Leroy's Christmas Dog

The craft food company presents the great Gilder's League. I'm back Well, it's the day before Christmas and the Gilder's League household is decked out Mary and Bright in the living room There's holly and mistletoe and the Christmas tree glittering with tensile and upstairs Why who's that?

Looks like Old St Nick himself with his red coat and white whiskers. Let's take a closer look Zee. Oh, it's our old friend, the great Gilder's League. Oh, don't pull that belt so tight, Marjorie.

All right, Uncle Mar. I've got to breathe, you know. That's better. And here's your cap. Here, let me put it on for you. That's all right. Oh, still, you don't want the tassel in your face.

You can look in the mirror when I get through. I want to see what I look like. You look like Santa Claus. I do. See, don't fidget. It will hurry up. Oh, all right. Don't look at yourself.

Say, not bad. We didn't know myself behind these white whiskers. Eh, is the coat fit all right in the back? Yes, Auntie. Yes, I look pretty good, am I, Jeannie? Yes, you look fine. Better than the Santa Claus of Hogan Brothers, huh?

Yeah. Eh, that's it. Hey, I look good sideways, too. Auntie, you don't put your hand. I'm Santa Claus, a joyoon fellow. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, brother. Oh, brother. You better take the costume off now and save it for tonight.

Maybe I'll wear it for a while, so I'll get used to the character, huh? What an excuse. Eh, guess you're right. I want to get it all wrinkled. As long as I got it on, might as well go down and show it to Birdie.