The Boyalty With the Royalty

The royalty of the North Pole...that is.

The jolly old man and Mrs. Claus usually come to the Christmas party at the facility where my wife works. 

If you've seen either of the two group Santa pictures I've posted lately...the Santa in this picture is one of the 3 brothers that I photo-shopped together with their late father. Also, Mrs. Claus in this picture is the mother of the 3 boys. (You almost need a scoreboard, don't you?)

Merrick was quite impressed with Santa. (He's always more impressed if Santa has a REAL beard.) In 2 different encounters with him tonight, Merrick grilled and grilled him with question after question.

"How did you get here tonight?"
"My elf at home is naughty. Do you have naughty elves?"
"How long have you been growing the beard?"
"Why are some elves small and some elves big?"
"I've heard that if you touch an elf...that they lose their magic. How do they get the magic back?"

To his credit, Santa had the answers to every one of the boy's queries.