Amos Hart--Yuletide

  
   "Amos Hart--Yuletide"
   
   Putting new oil in the Olds, Bucko licking his epidermis, a patch of skin displayed through the poverty of his pants, and while women don't fancy Khaki much, what did Amos care, for he didn't fancy women much, since washing hands went out the window, and wasn't the Virgin Mother from the Levitical Line?  Some say yes.
   Not an extorting Aaronite, yet how Jesus perfected it, offering anything on the table, and no man speaks clearly for Him, unless of course that man believes every word of Jesus, and that He shot up, possibly at Mach 3, possibly not, He wasn't a showman, but a mere carpenter, though slave to no thoughts that did not gel with His Father's, God.
   Amos Hart had to crank the filter off by inserting a screwdriver and doing some twisting, for Bucko's kisses had made him crush it earlier--oh well, the glory of grease and stain, that's why they invented LAVA soap, and though part cooter and full journalist, Amos rather enjoyed the pharmacy; moreover, was pleased that Walgreens had put Gingerbread cookies out this year.  Thought he saw a real elf there earlier, but you can't just go around and say that kinda stuff, even though the government can't control such aeronautical happenings nowadays--or could they ever?