Frankly given his huge belly, passion for milk (or beer) and cookies, sneaky sly kissing of mummy under the mistletoe, mistreatment of reindeer and that stalky naughty and nice register he keeps, it's a wonder something untoward hasn't happened to Santa earlier. And imagine how anyone would go today if they invented a character who liked to have kids sit on his knee in shopping centres and later climbed down chimneys in the middle of the night and snuck into their bedrooms leaving them gifts while they slept. Anyway, Santa's ho, ho horrible lifestyle came to an untimely end tonight at a Who Killed Santa Murder Mystery night at our place. Everyone got into the spirit (and some of us the spirits as well) but not one of us successfully managed to work out who sleighed Santa. Still it was a great night for all (except perhaps Santa who found it a bit of a dead end job).