How Momma Ruined Christmas

December 24th - The Night Before Christmas
Baby Wildebeest was so proud of himself. He'd been working on this plan for days, and he was sure it was foolproof. He'd set up the ropes and wires, the milk and cookies, his hiding spot under the tree, everything. All he had to do was wait for just a little while, and then he'd have Santa Claus and everybody would know Santa was for real.
Now to just wait, and...
"My leg!"
Wow! That was fast!
Baby rushed up out of his spot to greet the jolly old man.
"Santa!"
Only it was-
"Mama?!"
Yes. Suspended in mid-air from a bunch of ropes and wires was Baby's beloved Mama, Pantha. She looked like a tangled up puppet... or someone out of an early 90s comic book.
"I'm pretty sure my leg isn't supposed to bend this way." Pantha complained.
"Mama!" Baby burst into tears. "You ruined my trap for Santa! How could you?!"
"Yes. Yes that is exactly what is wrong with this scenario." Pantha deadpanned, her upside down scowl looking like a smile. "That I ruined your Santa trap."
"DADDY!" Baby ran out of the room. "MOMMA RUINED CHRISTMAS!"
"Baby, get me down." Pantha called after him, but got no reply.
"Baby." She repeated.
"Baby! I CAN FEEL THE BLOOD RUSHING TO MY HEAD BABY! WHEN I GET DOWN FROM HERE, YOU ARE GETTING A BATH, MISTER!"