Santa’s Gotta Brand New Bag
He waited. Waited in line behind Santa as he went through the X-Ray scanner, hoping he'd have to go through twice. Waited to see if Santa showed up on the "Naughty" No-Fly List. The jokes kept trembling at the cusp of his mouth, dancing on the edge of his lips, a smile threatening to take over his face during every minute of Santa's perfectly average airport ordeal. And finally, this was it. The moment he had been waiting for, falling right into his lap. And even after the thrill had passed, and he massaged his jaw in the terminal bar, he laughed to himself, knowing full well he'd have done it all again. In fact, he was so elated he didn't even care that he forgot to bring the bomb on board.