Dad’s really going to a lot of work to hide the fact that he’s Santa, isn’t he. Maybe he’s just sick of not getting credit.

I had one of those front luggage characters - if you put a comic book it its jaws, it crimped it; if you put a thick book, it bounced out the first time you hit a bump. But it was great for torturing G. I. Joes. Talk, yankee dog!