Dinner with Santa

So tonight the wife and I decide to treat ourselves to a dinner out since we're sad about her going back to work after her week long Thanksgiving vacation. We go to a familiar Mexican joint called Sal's that has about the best Mexican food in town. We haven't been seated long when we spot this outside in the outdoor seating. It's blurry because I didn't have my paparazzi camera with me, but that is santa downing a brewskie and filling up on chips and salsa. He was accompanied by a very incognito Mrs. Clause who had dyed her hair brown to fit in. You could tell she wasn't happy being recognized because she kept her head down and hidden even as they walked through the restaurant to leave. Who can blame her really? Santa gets all the credit, everyone loves him. Mrs. Clause is just an after thought. We don't even know her name. All we know is that she's married to Santa.

Any way, apparently it's a lot hotter here than the North Pole because Santa was wearing Bermuda shorts with his flannel shirt and Birkenstocks. Evidentially Santa is also having some circulation problems because he had on his knee high compression stockings as well.

Santa and Mrs. Clause drove off in a 50's model Chevy truck. Here's the really interesting thing. In the tail bed he had some tools, but also 2 huge bottles of Clorox bleach. What's Santa cleaning up? Sounds like a good Dexter episode to me.