That's good. Did the GPS address include the information that I live in an old silver mine (played out, of course) 354 feet underground? Instead of the traditional chimney Santa uses and old ventilation shaft to get in and an ore car (pulled by a mule) to get out. I'll never forget the year that Santa kicked back a quart of egg nog, forgot to exit the ore car on the left, slid down the dump chute into the stamping mill, and was only rescued when eight tiny reindeer stamped the stamping mill to pieces.