I mean, where is Ms. Santa? Stuck at home cooking for the elves? Cleaning up after the reindeer? Laundering Mr. Santa's underwear?
Why don't we get nocturnal visits from Ms. Santa on Christmas Eve (OK it did happen once back in '83 but I knew it was my wife all along especially towards the end when she started making THAT sound . . . )? Doesn't Mr. Santa trust her with driving the sleigh? Is he the jealous controlling type who won't let her out of the North Pole workshop?
I say, it's time for Mr. Santa to step aside and let Ms. Santa handle things. I know she'll do as good a job or better than Mr. Santa.
For that matter, it's time for department stores and malls to hire fake Ms. Santas. I know I'd be first in line to snuggle up on her lap and tell her what I really REALLY want for Christmas this year!!!

I think you get the idea.

It's time for a change. I'm tired of that 'same old same' Santa Claus Christmas tradition.
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