A bit different version:
Santa was getting ready for his yearly trip. His sleigh was loaded, the reindeer were fed and hooked up, he'd had dinner and Mrs. Claus had made certain that he had a good night before, or words to that affect.
As he walked up to his sleigh a man was standing next to it with a shot gun. Santa, a little disturbed, asked who he was and why was he here.
The man introduced himself. "I'm from the FAA Denver FSDO and I'm here to do a route check Santa because last year we had a couple of violations filed on you by ATC and the Secret Service. It seems you didn't file IFR and you violated just about every airspace in the U.S. Then the Secret Service didn't see you land land at the White House, and that roll on takeoff at the White House was the last straw. The Secret Service thought the Cigar on the Presidents desk was a little tacky, and then when they shot off every SAM in the the DC area and missed you they really got upset. So I'm going to ride With you this year. I need to see your license and medical."
Well, Santa pulled out his license that was signed off by Wilber Wright and
his Medical that was signed off by Louis Pasture, and then asked, "I can
understand the route check, I did get a little low last year a few times."
as they crawled into the sleigh, "but what's the shot gun for?"
The FAA inspector said "Well Santa, its' like this, you're going to lose one
on take off"
