Previously in our tale of Christmas-time Santa-employment: Part One.

One my first day, Patricia the Saks Santa-wrangler and I rode the escalators up to the eighth floor and turned off into a long, gray hallway lined with lockers. Sales clerks squeezed by us carrying trays of food and drink.

"There's an employee cafeteria back here in case you ever want anything to eat," she said.

"Nobody likes a skinny Santa!"

"Right. Here we are."