DEC. 18, 1964
Kris kringle expelled for breaking rules
"Miss Collins, will you please send in Kris Kringle. It seems that a parking lot monitor claims he doesn't have a parking lot sticker on his vehicle. On the report it says sleigh, but what kid in this age drives a sleigh to schoolwith reindeers."
"Yes, Mr. Macran. Kris Kringle you can go in now."
"Mr. Macran I understand that I have broken some rules. I'd like to explain. You see .
"Mr. Kringle, before you start explaining, I would appreciate it if you would get rid of that pipe. We don't allow smoking on the grounds."
"Of course, sir, I understand. It's just a habit I picked up from tradition. Boy, I'll tell you, it took me ages to get the smoke to encircle my head like a wreath."
"Well, Kris, practice off campus. The first rule you have broken is not having a sticker on your sleigh. Also we don't allow dogs, much less reindeer, on the school grounds. I'm sure you understand why."
"Oh yes sir, I understand, but you see .
"Secondly, here at Maine we have a dress code. It's about your outfit. We do inspire individuality, but you must admit a red suit with white fur trim does stand out a little too much."
"But tradition . .
"Then you have heard about our tradition here. You realize that your engineer boots are banned. Also, Kris, I really don't think the stocking cap is quite appropriate."
"Without these things you will fit in with the rest of the student body. Please realize it isn't discrimination, just rules."
"The rules! But what about the tradition!"
"Oh yes, the tradition. Glad you reminded me, Mr. Kringle. We are very strict about the length of our boys' hair. You must admit, it has been a long time since you have visited the barber."
"I don't ever go to the barber - they always try to cut my beard. I have Mrs. Claus trim it annually before my big trip. By the way, what would you like for Christmas?"
"How about a . . . wait a minute, I'm supposed to be asking the questions. I'm afraid the beard and the wife will have to go. You mean you are married? We certainly can't have that. What about the school's reputation?"
"Mr. Macran I'd like to explain. You see I just came here to find out what Morfit wanted for Christmas. They said it was the only way to see her. I had to enroll. Don't you recognize me? I am Santa Claus; Kris Kringle is my traveling name."
"You mean you don't live in the district? I'm afraid you can't attend any classes. I have to expell you."
"Mr. Macran, you can't expell me! I'm not really a student. I'm Santa Claus!"
"Kris, I have tried to be patient with you. I think you have been studying too hard. Before you check out I believe you'd better go see Mrs. Crane, the psychiatrist. Miss Collins, take this boy to the Nurse's office. He think's he is Santa Claus.
"What these kids won't think of to break the dress code rules!''