Mr. and Mrs. AFA, who live in a small town, plan to do most of this year's christmas shopping at the closest store to town - the local Target. Of course, as secluded and cut off from the rest of the world that Mr. and Mrs. AFA are, naturally it takes them 3 hours to get to the closest shopping mall. They cant drive the 3 hours to get to the mall because its suddenly a sin to drive a Ford.
One night, as Mr. and Mrs. AFA are getting ready to go bed (in separate beds, of course!). All of the sudden God appears to Mr. and Mrs. AFA and officially notifies them that they can no longer shop at Target because the store does not wave hideously large and annoying Merry Christmas signs in every customer's face. So, Mr. and Mrs. AFA are in quite the tizzy. Santa's not coming to their house this year because Santa will go straight to hell if he gets his toys at Target. So now what are Mr. and Mrs. AFA supposed to do? How ever are they going to tell their little clan of Little AFA's (and what a large clan they have) that Santa isn't coming because God wont let him get presents for all the little children?
Hmmm. Predicament.
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