Rudolph With Your Nose So Bright, Won't You Drive My 18-Passenger Van Tonight?

Conversation on the way home from the Mommy/Parker trip to Target for Cable's 7up:

"Mommy, I think Santa wishes he had a car. I think because he gets tired of flying everywhere, he wishes he had a car so he could drive."

"Hmm. Really? What kind of car would Santa like to have, do you think?"

(Van crosses intersection in front of us)

"A VAN. A big VAN."

"Well, yeah, I guess he would need to have something with plenty of storage..."

"He could park it on the edge of the grass by the street and then get out and walk to the houses and climb up on the roofs and go down the chimneys and land on something quiet, and find his milk and cookies. And then when he's done eating his milk and cookies, then he can put all the presents under the Christmas tree and go back up the chimney and then back to his van for more presents! And then he drives to someone else's house. And his van would be red and white, so it would MATCH HIS CLOTHES!"