Okay, about this Santa fellow...

...you're telling me he slides down that little chimney over there?

C'mon, who do you think I am? I mean, I was born on September 5 not yesterday.

I've seen pictures of that jolly fellow. I've sat on his lap. I saw how large he is and you're telling me he can fit his... errr, how can I say this delicately... rather rotund body down that sooty little chimney?

I don't think so!

And what about that sack he tugs along with him everywhere he goes? How the devil does he get that thing down the chimney?

I mean, I'm just curious.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not skeptical... just a bit curious as to how he does it.

Okay, I have to admit I'm a bit skeptical.

A little bit but hey, that's a logical reaction isn't it?

Besides, the thought of him trying to get down that little sooty chimney really does conjour up some rather humorous visions... mental images of sorts.

Actually, it could lead to a downright hilarious scenario if you just apply a little imagination.

I mean, think about it... our little chubby friend slides down the chimney in his clean, furry, best red and whites lowering his bag of goodies before him as he descends.

Just as he's about to plop onto the fireplace deck he realizes no one opened the damper. Now that would lead to a rather difficult and challenging predicament.

And... if done without any lingering negative after affects it could be funny as all get out.

Now that's funny, yessiree!

At least to me... in my own little world.

But then again, my cousins might enjoy it as much as I would.

The trade off would be that the goodies won't get delivered. So, in the long run it's not worth it.

Someone just needs to remember to keep the damper open. I mean, why push the issue if it doesn't need pushing?

Grandma!!! Grandpa!!!