I grabbed a stool at the Madison, Wisconsin tavern. Even though the temperature hadn't climbed above single digits all day, I had a cold beer on my mind. Gesturing to the numerous taps, I asked the bartender the draft selections.
Santa huddled with his legal team, the elves and Mrs. Claus wondering whether to bow to the group's demands. Cancel Christmas? Sure, the holiday had descended into a blur of Labor Day Christmas sales. But foregoing his yearly journey would mean disappointing millions of children.