Enough pleasantries, let's get serious. Santa is bullshit. There may have been pig ears, cow trachea, and treats both from Zuke's and Stella & Chewy's. But I do not believe in Santa, and I do not believe in playing dress up.
WTF - jingle bells & Santa suits? Are you kidding me?
Plus the brat didn't have to wear a Santa suit. Yeah, they gave him an elf hat & bells, but no Santa or elf coat. The indignity of it. I may look like the Grinch's dog, but I feel more like the Grinch. Bah Humbug!
Not to mention the little so-called Spy blew it. He made it through the mountains without puking; he managed not to pee in the car even though it was a long trip due to slow going over the snowy pass; but once at the house he pooped in the living room. What kind of spy does that? Please . . .