I like to think he suffers the same memory malady I find myself experiencing more and more often as I get older. I'd be willing to wager I sport much the same expression as Saint Nick here, whenever I find myself thinking:
"I know where I am. Why the heck am I here?"But we know why Santa's here. He's here to sell magazine subscriptions, and sucker people into subscribing for years in advance. I wonder if anyone had a subscription paid through 1987, say, and bugged the new Electronic Games publishers for long-delayed fulfillment during its brief relaunch attempt in 1992?