Good boys give milk to Mrs. Claus. I was helping Santa Claus that night when I arrived at one of the houses and saw that there were delicious cookies near the tree. But no milk. I know I shouldn’t have, but I went to the boy’s room to ask what had happened. He said he had simply forgotten. I told him “Keep being a good boy and help Mrs. Claus with the milk.” Who would have thought. He had plenty of milk there.