Our family recently lunched in a place where Santa and Mrs. Claus were the honored, velvet-clad guests. The children squealed with joy (as did my husband, John) as Santa made his grand entrance, sporting his rock star shades. My oldest son, Chase, explained to cool Santa that he was inside and no longer needed sunglasses. Santa responded that he was correct, and sheepishly handed his glasses to a member of his entourage. Santa caught me laughing out loud and later promised my children a large horse, a motorcycle and a snake. Mean, spiteful Santa.