A rebel without a Claus.
A subordinate Clause.
OC He looked inside Santa's sack.
brothel sprouts!
Elderly me: I made my kids steak instead of hot dogs. Him: *gasps* You monster.
Getting sleighed.
He has a no-trade Claus
Mom of kid: We don't believe in sugar. Me: I promise it's real. I've seen it with my own eyes.
Because they don't believe in higher powers.
Coop d'etah