Jolly Old Saint NIckAfter he had slashed open the millionth letter from some present grubbing child demanding a certain media fuelled toy, he snapped. The gears inside him must have given way because he seemed no different. He hoisted himself into the sled, and waded down every chimney just as always.But then he saw the child gazing up at him, and he asked "Have you been good?""Yes, Santa!""Lies," he drew out the huge inexhaustible bag of coals and let it drop on the child's head.Suddenly he felt lighter. Nearly free. A smile stretched across his face.Ho ho ho.