Well serves him right! He walked up to me and asked, "Did I give you a holiday card yet?"
No, but if you don't remember if you gave it to me...does it really mean anything?
"Do you want a kitty or the other thing?"
A couple days later, I saw the pack of cards laying out and decided to have
a little a LOT of fun. I hid them in on a shelf in the back room. Homer ran around the restaurant for 30 minutes asking everyone if they'd seen his holiday cards. I was feeling very sneaky and laughing to myself, until I realized I ended up punishing the rest of the staff since we had to listen to him talk about it for 30 minutes.
After that thought, I made them reappear without him ever knowing it was me.
Happy Holidays, Homer!