FoxTrot by Bill Amend for December 22, 1999
Jason: Um... Oh joy. Just at that moment a little kid boy, saw Mrs. Grinch swap practical clothes for his toy. "Why, Santy Claus, why?" asked the sweet lillte tyke. "Why are you trading these socks for my bike?" "My dear little lad," the mean Mrs. Grinch lied, "these socks are much better than some bike you can ride." "These socks are unbleached! This wool is undyed! The yarn in these socks was organically farmed with pride!"