Publisher's Synopsis
Santa's feeling just a bit under-appreciated. He doesn't feel he's getting all the thanks he deserves for all his good work. On New Year's Eve, in a crowded bar in North Beach, he goes on stage to express his feelings:
"The truth is that we live in a world with kids, and those kids want toys. Who's gonna provide all those kids with the toys they want? You? No, I alone have that responsibility. It falls on me. And, because I take my job seriously, because I handle my job flawlessly, and expeditiously, YOU get to sleep-in a little on Christmas morning. You have that luxury. You also have the luxury of not knowing who's naughty and who's so nice it sets their own mother's teeth on edge. And though my existence to you is laughable, and the source of your entertainment, the truth is--you want me out there. You need me out there. Without me, there would be no Christmas presents; no morning mayhem, no tears, no squeals of falsified delight, no disappointment.
(And we all know what happened there.)