Santa is a cognate of the baby Jebus. Each Christmas, children are asked what they want from Santa, who can be all over the world in three billion nursery rooms almost at the same time every 25th of December, which, coincidentally, happens to be the baby Jebus's birthday, too. In other words, If you believe in me, I will bring you toys. Some guys today believe that if they only believe, Santa will leave them 72 table dancers. I may be an atheist today for figuring out the Santa con game fairly young. It took a bit longer to shake the other guy. I think it was the year Santa left me a pawn shop 8mm camera when I had asked for a new Swiss Bolex. My Mom said, "Santa's poor this year." How would *she* know?
Pat, you will see, has a devious mind. But then the evangelicals say that all of us heathen are full of the Devil. In my defense I must say I can hardly be harmed by an imaginary entity dreamed up by the Priesthood to explain the presence of evil in the world. After this, therefore because of this. If a friend hears of my death, God took me. If an enemy hears of it, they will say I got what I deserved and am now in Hell. Hey, you just cannot win. Sheesh!