It was in the fall of 1985 when Mr. Diablo Grinch won the election for mayor in Miami.  There were rumours that the election had been rigged by powerful underworld connections in order for him to win.  It didn’t take Mayor Grinch long before he had appointed his strong arm thugs into key positions at City Hall.  Soon, the Police Force was under total control also.  The drug lords from Columbia were pleased and wasted no time moving more of their business into the city.  The Mayor was rich and powerful thanks to his gangster friends.  He began passing laws to take away the rights of the people.  Then came the first day of December.  The city workers asked when he would like them to put up the city’s Christmas decorations.  A scowl came over his face.  “I am not going to waste “my” city’s money on stupid decorations!  And I am not going to pay city employees to put up decorations!  In fact, I hate Christmas!  I hate it so much that I am banning Christmas!  I am passing a law!  It will be illegal to celebrate the holiday of Christmas within city limits!!!”

The day after the law was passed a stranger appeared at the city hall.  He was an older man, heavy set, with a white beard.  He wore sunglasses and a long black trench coat.  He approached the mayor’s office and said to the office worker at the front desk.  “I’m here to see the mayor”, the gentleman said to the pretty young woman behind the desk.  “Your name sir?”, she asked with a smile.  “Claus!  Mr. S. Claus!”, he replied. 

The man was led into Mayor Grinch’s office.  Grinch sat behind a big oak desk and there were four bodyguards in the room.  “Well, Mr. Clause how can I help you today?”, Grinch asked.  “You know why I’m here.  You need to get rid of this ban on the Christmas holiday.”, said the fat man.  “Never!”, replied Grinch.  “But, why?  What about how unhappy the children will be?”, pleaded the fat man.  “I was never happy as a child!  Why should I care about them!  Guards!  Throw this old fool out!” screamed Grinch.  The fat man backed away and assumed a fighting stance as two of the guards approached him.  “Hold it! I must warn you that I am a master of “Fat Fu”!”, he said.  The two did not stop.  With lightning fast reflexes he leaped into the air and did a whirling spin kick.  Both the rushing guards were knocked to the ground and the fat man landed gently back down.  The old gentleman turned, walked slowly to the office door, and opened it.  He turned back, adjusted his sunglasses and said “I’ll be back!”