Harlan Ellison wrote a wild short story in which Santa was a James-Bond-like secret agent fighting an evil conspiracy: the red suit had more weapons in it than one of 007’s cars, and the plump belly was part of the gear, not of his actual bod. Oh, and the reindeer flew because they were high on sugar cubes laced with LSD.
Harlan Ellison wrote a wild short story in which Santa was a James-Bond-like secret agent fighting an evil conspiracy: the red suit had more weapons in it than one of 007’s cars, and the plump belly was part of the gear, not of his actual bod. Oh, and the reindeer flew because they were high on sugar cubes laced with LSD.