And then Santa awoke from his long blank journey of large empty nowhere.
Someone pulled Santa's memory switch to the "off" position last night.
It happened around 4:00 A.M., he reckens.
It had to have been soon after a few of the elves around the bar were chanting, "CHUG-A-LUG !! CHUG-A-LUG !!"
Santa's last thoughts were, "Hmmm, Rumplemintz does taste like candy canes!"
That's when oblivian crept in to Santa's brain and wiped it clean.
Santa's mouth on this morning was like a dark little cave with a dryed up turtle-head in it.
"Why is there an REO Speedwagen song in my head?"
Santa asked to no one.
Santa couldn't explain it. Santa could only assume that he had briefly joined REO last night in spirit. Or did he drive the sleigh there?
Santa was vexed.
Santa is thinking that this morning, he's going to pee sitting down...
Santa's going to need his hands to cradle his head as he sways it in self disparage...
So, how was your Christmas Party?