“GRINCHES could be here,” Santa thought. “I’ve never been in this neighborhood before. There could be GRINCHES anywhere.” The winter air felt good against his face. “I HATE GRINCHES,” he thought. Jingle Bells reverberated his entire sleigh, making it pulsate even as the spiked eggnog circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of minorities after dark. “With a sleigh, you can deliver presents anywhere you want,” he said to himself, out loud.