This is great! True Story... I was about six or seven, Pa told me to get a fire going in the fireplace ('natch. I was good at getting a good fire going..) A few minutes after it got going, the house started filling up with smoke. Pa immediately blamed me for not openning the damper but I swore I had. Pa peeked up the chimney and saw "something" blocking the flue. We extinguished the fire and took a closer look... Pa saw legs! The cops were called and extracted a rather portly fellow in red and white felt clothing. It was December 24. I thought I had just killed Santa. Turns out, it was some wino dressed as Santa working a Department store (the store was over five miles away, tho) that was trying to break in... after all, who'd shoot Santa on Xmas eve? I was really upset. I learned later that one of the firemen "suggested" to Pa that I have a little bit of "egg nog" to calm me down. I woke around two in the afternoon Xmas day!