I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus. Then I saw her arguing with him about money. Now I see Santa drinking by himself.

*wears reindeer antlers* *innocently smiles* *bats eyelashes* *steals your wallet*

Money doesn't grow on trees. Your move, multinational agricultural biotechnology corporations.

The Santa Clause (1994) A man gains a ton of weight after murdering a stranger on his roof