“Christmas is a poor excuse every 25th of December to pick a man's pockets.”
“When I try to picture heaven, I see a place where it's always December, every radio station plays hair bands, and every time I check my pockets they're full of Hershey's Kisses. There's a Christmas parade on every street, every day is my birthday, and the sun always sets at 4:58 p.m.”
“A Christmas gambol oft could cheerThe poor man's heart through half the year.”
“pick pocketed your own pocket”
“This peppermint winter is so sugar sweetI don't need to taste to believeWhat's December without Christmas Eve.”
“How'd you get in here?"She raised her eyebrows. “You pick pockets.” Kat watched his hand fly to his back pocket. “I can pick locks. Looking for this?” she asked, holding up his wallet. “Oops. Maybe I can pick pockets too.”