My Encounter with Santa

One Friday night during college, I remember that Santa Claus (actually a college student dressed for a Christmas party) walked into my room drunk and started knocking on my closet door. Apparently, Santa thought it was the door to a room occupied by someone named Joe. He wasn't aware that he'd inadvertantly stepped into my room. He continued to knock on my closet and command the clothes to open the door for him. After watching and smiling for a few seconds, I got up and let him know he was in the wrong room. I pointed him down the hallway towards his intended destination, at least I had hoped. Poor Santa. I'm not sure if he got all the presents off to the kids that year.