Ask your dad.
He hires Santa's elves during the off-season.
Santa's little Elvis.
Stop Dad, you're crushing me smokes!
Two. One to put it in and one to complain that he never screws anything anymore.
Nobody. He was too 'Freud.
E-l-l-e-e-f-a-n-t "That's not how the dictionary spells it" "You didn't ask me how the dictionary spelt it !"
White flour!
Because it was crumby.