I peered into the window late at night to see how Santa was enjoying helping boost the hoover sales campaign.

" Wee Hoovering Santa," I asked the little red man," my blog readers want to know how you are enjoying your new job as a hoover salesman, giving pressies to wee kids got monotonous did it, decided to try something a little more year round rather year end , more stable? What is the attraction Santa?, somehow it doesn't feel like you.I am not convinced this is a good career move for you."

"SP, I have been hoovering all day, I am exhausted. And bored. I miss Rudolph, squeezing down the chimney with a hoover in tow is no easy feat. I suppose I can hoover up any debris from the chimney that lands on my coat, but that seems to be the only perk." He sobbed, coughing from all the dust.

"Can't you get your elves to do it? They probably love that kind of job, busy bees that they are." I asked sensibly.

"No the elves all skeedaddled, no loyalty. Now they are all having fun at Macy's giving out gifts and getting their photos taken with lots of sweet kiddies and they told me not to bother coming back as the Santa opening is permanently closed. Boo Hoo! Cough , cough! I am elergic to dust as well. This job sucks.

Aw poor Santa. Someone should have warned him. The job security is not worth compromising your whole way of life and your health for that matter. What do you think Scottie Snowman?" I asked his colleague.