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One Santa declared "Hey, under the red light we look almost normal!" Another Santa produced a bullwhip and proceeded to crack it inexpertly right near everybody while asking "Where them reindeer at?" A she-Santa put her hand on a he-Santa's nether regions and asked while she caressed, "What's that?" and he answered in all seriousness "That's a cockring." And so on.
The people in the bar were a little more open to the Santa shenanigans than were the people on the sober streets of Mountain View. One couple pulled up a chair and watched Santa as passively as if it were all on television. And Santa went right on with their merry business. We formed a pool of red holiday cheer next to the flaming whirlpool and kept each other nice and warm (or at least warm).
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