A man walked into a kebab shop and was surprised to see Father Christmas serving behind the counter. "Santa!" he said. "What are you doing working here? Shouldn't you be up at the North Pole preparing for the big day?" Santa let out a long sigh. He had really fallen on hard times. The red suit was splattered with chilli sauce and bits of lettuce, his apron was a mess, and he looked as if the last thing in the world he wanted to be doing was serving kebabs. Eventually he admitted: "I'm afraid my business has gone belly up. What with the credit crunch and the recession, the toy industry took a hammering. I had to lay off some of the elves, the bank wouldn't give me a loan and we just lost our competitive edge. We wound up the delivery side and subcontracted out to UPS but none of these measures helped our profitability. Finally the receivers came in, asset-stripped the business and we went into liquidation." "I'm really sorry to hear that," said the man. "It kind of takes the tradition out of Christmas." "I know," said Santa, smiling weakly. "Anyway, enough of me, and my troubles. What can I get you?" The man said: "I'll have a large Donner." "Sorry," said Santa. "We're all out of Donner. Will Blitzen do instead?"