Once upon a time, as the story goes, on a Christmas eve many many years ago, Santa Claus made the bizarre error of descending the wrong chimney into a brothel.
"Won't you stay a while?" purred one of the girls, her negligee slipping to the floor.
"I'd better be going," the Old Boy grunted, clutching his toysack.
"Oh, please stay a while - please?" She peeled off her stocking.
"But I'm Santa Claus, and I have presents to deliver," he insisted.
"Surely you can spare me a FEW minutes, Santy?" She wriggled toward the bed. "Well -," he said finally, "I might as well, seeing that I couldn't get up the chimney anyway."