Yes Tommy, There is a Sandra Claus

"Your name tag gives it away," she giggled.

"Oh you stupid ass," Tommy thought to himself.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about the name tag," he replied turning beet red.

"I was looking for the Christmas decorations can you tell me what aisle they are in?" she asked.

"Oh sure, the indoor ones are in aisle 17 and the outdoor ones are in aisle 18," he told her.

"Thank you! Tommy you look like a strong young man. I need some help putting up the decorations. Would you be interested in earning some extra money?"

"Sure you bet," Tommy snapped excitedly.

"Can you help me tomorrow?"

"Sure, I don't work here on Sundays so I can do it tomorrow," Tommy accepted eagerly.

"That's wonderful, here I'll give you my name and address," she said as she wrote out the information.

She handed it to Tommy and he turned white as he read the name on the paper, Sandra Claus. Tommy pinched his arm and then thought to himself, "This is no dream." He looked up at her smiling face but he was unable to speak.

"That's right Tommy, there is a Sandra Claus."