I thought about that for a minute. "Well, Bubba. A few hundred years ago, when Santa first started traversing the Earth, he contacted the government officials from every country. He told them he had to deliver toys to every kid on the planet."
Bubba looked at me quizzically. "Are you sure about that, Mama?"
"Of course I'm sure. And they made up a special contract granting him permission to fly his sleigh and reindeer through international airspace."
"Did Santa sign the contract?"
"Of course. I bet the United Nations has it locked up somewhere in a vault."
"Mama, you're making that up!"
I grinned (as best I could with my fat lip). "What makes you think that?"
"Because there wasn't a United Nations hundreds of years ago."
Before I go, I want to share with you a couple of presents Santa left:
A Beethoven finger puppet for me. Now why would Santa do that? Unless I'm supposed to give my husband a Beethoven finger next time he teases me!
(All kidding aside, my husband is a good guy. He made me homemade chicken soup when I was sick, and he told me I was still pretty, even with my fat lip.)
So, what do you think? Does Santa have a passport?