We had been barhopping for hours by this time, me and the santas. We happened upon a nearly emmpty bar with a congenial bartender and we just set up shop, belting carols at the top of our lungs, playing santa vs. elves, drinking a shitload of beer.

When he turned on the James Brown, that's when the santas started dancing on the bar. For this night only, I am GlamaSanta.