Santa spent most of the night stretched out on a soiled mattress. Haunted. Staring at a bare light bulb strung from the ceiling of a cold-water room in a flophouse hotel over a waterfront saloon. The bookies were on his trail.
Feeling a little hungover from yesterday's bout with a bottle of Hennessy, Santa woke today preparing for his flight to St. Louis. Still a few errands to run, though! It's nice that he finds helpers and makes friends so easily.