Ho, Ho, jose cuervo

"You must be Mr. O'Brien."
The man nods his head, while his flowing white beard covering up the fact that his belly shakes like a bowl full of jelly.
"My name is Santa." He replies in Holiday cheer, "so, please call me Santa."
Both of the girls at the front desk smiled.
"Here are some presents.. a little early..." he reaches into his pocket and pulls out two plastic rings with a cartoon Santa Clause on them. "I always keep some in my pocket for the children, you see."
"Thank you, Santa."
So Santa picks up his keys and walks away.
"Hehe," one of the girls giggled, "his name is even Kris."
"Hmmm," I replied. "I think he's the best Santa we've had yet."
"Oh does Santa always stay here?"
"Yes, and this is the first year that he didn't ask me where the nearest liquor store was."