So, Santa Claus, the fat guy in the fuzzy suit is often associated with St. Nicholas. St. Nicholas was actually born in Greece, so this story goes. He grew up wealthy living a life of religious leisure in the Mediterranean coast town of Patra. Sounds pretty good so far. Many years after he died, the Greeks, Turks and Romans got in a huge fight. The Romans being the Bad Asses of the bunch conquered Greece and took a bunch of pillaged stuff back to Rome with them. Some of which was Nicholas’ remains. God knows why. His remains wound up in an Italian beach town of Bari where Nicholas became St. Nicholas, the patron saint of sailors. The other story has his remains wind up in Germany but we won’t go there now. Interestingly enough, it’s said that the remains were brought by three pilgrims. Probably those syrians hired to find that pregnant virgin chick. At any rate it was said that on December 6th every year that St. Nicholas’ tomb oozed a rosy smelling liquid also known as Myrrh. See, I told you those three reasonably intelligent guys were involved with all of this. So the feast of St. Nicholas is celebrated every 5th of December once again bringing overeating into the Holiday picture. Not to be left out entirely, the Turks a couple of years ago insisted that the Italians return St. Nicholas’ remains to Turkey once again leaving the Greeks out in the cold. I’m still trying to correlate the fuzzy suit.