I went to Columbus on business the other day and, on the way over, I stopped at a McDonald’s to use the restroom and get a cup of coffee. On my way back to the men’s room, I noticed two rather peculiar looking little chaps sitting together in a booth. They were each holding a McDonalds cup that they were drinking from and there were several other cups which appeared to be empty sitting on the table. They were rather short men. They both had beards and they were dressed in green suits and wearing red shoes. I must tell you, they were quite the sight! At the same time, practically in unison, they glanced up at me with big smiles and said “Hello, sir, how are you?” I was a bit taken aback but pleased by their friendliness. I don't often have people I don't know start talking to me at McDonald's.

I replied, “I am doing very well, how are you?”

They said, again practically in unison, ”We’re very happy to be here. These mint shakes McDonalds is selling at Christmas are delicious.”

I said, “Oh, are they? I must try one. Is that what all of those empty cups are from, too?”

"Yes, yes," they said. "We really like these milk shakes."

A bit intrigued, I asked them, “Is that all you’re doing, sitting here drinking mint milk shakes?”

And they replied, “Oh, yes, that is pretty much it. We, we chew!”

I said, “What do you mean, you chew?”

And they again said, more insistently, “We, we chew!”

“Really, now,” I said. “You don’t chew a milk shake, you drink a milk shake.”

I was about to tell them that the old McDonalds shakes did have a gritty texture, which I always liked, and that you could sort of chew them, when they again said “We we chew!”

So, finally, I said, “I just don't get it. Milk shakes are something you drink, not chew!"

To which they replied “Yes, yes. But, we we chew a Merry Christmas!”