I’m not the real Santa – at least not the Santa you’re familiar with.

That Santa lives at the North Pole, with candy canes and silver hanging from every tree. He has funny elves who playfully jump around while they make bright, cheerful toys, and flying reindeer that whisk away a giant sleigh, majestically toppling over in colorful presents, ornaments, and candy.

That is Santa. One day out of the year.

But what does he do the other 364?

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Santa's Sick


Santa isn't feeling very well today. I caught a cold a few days ago carrying buckets of oats back and forth in the elfin' snow to the barn for the reindeer because Rodney, my loopy feed specialist got a hang-nail and called in sick. I think I definitely had one too many shots of Nyquil last night considering that Herman, my lead elf in Technology R & D says he found me this morning passed out underneath the particle accelerator bubble chamber, mumbling something about Mrs. Claus not fulfilling her fellation duties...so bottom line, give me a break today.