The Real Santa? ... I Don't Believe It.

I think we need a joke to remove some pain from the above picture; here goes: Was the night before Christmas when the whole family was sound asleep and they were startled awake by a loud crash. They all ran outside to find their outhouse (you all know what that is) in a million pieces -- with Santa Claus, lying in pain in the midst of the rubble.

He was shaking his fist at a sleigh circling overhead, and shouting, "You idiots. I said drop me at the SCHMIDT house."

Again, I'm sorry, some bad news … I've been trying all year to avoid this.
I'm leaving it for the parents to explain to the children in the best way they can.
All right, here it is … Christmas Alert … horror of horrors.

Or return to … Santa Claus Menu … thank you.
All right, we return to my ... Navigator ... 'twas a moment of levity.