It took me a while, but I realized this year that it has nothing to do with Santa's nose that gets him up the chimney. It's the sugar high from eating all the cookies, fudge and candy that bounces his butt back up that fireplace.
Ironically, after grazing on the 4 essential food groups: chocolate, peanut butter, confectionery sugar and sprinkles, my children begged us to go to bed at 7:07 p.m. tonight:
Thanks NORAD - Santa was a little too close for comfort when they saw him on the web site crossing the pond from Ireland. A little panic set in. Genius.
Ho! Ho! Ho!