"Well," the jolly old elf says as he staggers into the bar. "The sun is coming up on Eniwetok Atoll, and I've had a hell of a long night. I must have eaten thousands of cookies and drunk a lot of cold cocoa. Anybody left around here? No? Well, the sun must be over the yardarm somewhere!" Getting a wave from the squid but no other answer, Santa steps behind the bar and fixes himself an Irish coffee, and then, while walking tiredly to the door, says "time to get Rudolph and the rest of these guys cleaned up and start on my long winter's nap."