Well it was Christmas time, and what better place to spend it than sunny South Florida? The weather was literally perfect, lows in the upper sixties and highs in the upper seventies. We were hanging out on the beach a day or two before Christmas and we were delighted to see a beach version of Santa Claus combing the shoreline. It looked like Santa lost much of his trademark adipose tissue, perhaps figuring that the insulation was unnecessary and burdensome in these tropical climbs. The beard looked fairly legit and scraggly, so he played on his strengths. He delighted several children by waiving to them as he strolled along the shoreline.