— excerpt from the diary of Kris Kringle, Rt. 1, North Pole, December 2008
‘Twas the night before, the night before Christmas, and the mask of my new breathing machine kept pinching my big white beard. I hardly slept. I don’t like this breathing machine, but I’m pretty overweight and getting on in years, and the sleep apnea diagnosis was no surprise. As a loud snorer, I’ve been getting the middle-of-the-night angry elbow for years. So, I did it for the wife.