He's gonna need to lose a few pounds after the Thanksgiving gluttony to make it down most chimneys.
Now that Santa's work is done, he's heading back to the North Pole to sip some peppermint schnapps and take his boots off by the fire. Maybe the reindeer will get some extra carrots and the elves will get a week at a spa. But before you know it, work starts up again. Gotta get that naughty and nice list going.
I know most of us here are a bit too young to have experienced a proper soda fountain chocolate malt with a paper straw, but the evocative Norman Rockwell-esque image endures and fills us with nostalgia nonetheless. If only I could drink a cupcake.