A date at the North Pole

Another blizzard and Santa was expecting his last shipment of products necessary to completing his toys for all good..and not quite so good...boys and girls..he walked into the kitchen and found Mrs Claus baking mince pies...he hated to interrupt her and the pies smelled wonderful, so he quietly left a note..Dear one, it's time for a date into town and that means disguise time so think about what we should be this time...the trucks can't make it..only the sleigh will do...I am off to work so come get me when you come up with something..any chance of a mini skirt? Mrs. Claus laughed hmm...we have exhausted almost every outfit we have been beat-nicks, french people..I liked that one..homeless people...how about a bad Santa and the Mrs..maybe we could look as if we were impersonating us...that may be fun...so they did. They
landed the sleigh in a huge field...and sort of materialized in front of a deli they liked...When they opened the door to a roomful of Santa's and Mrs Santa's it was the last day of training for the department store Santa's so they fit right in...As they were leaving to pick up their supplies they heard people mumbling..now that's the worst Santa ever...I just wonder who hired him?