Santas and clowns aren't all they're made up to be.
In a small town (circa 1500 people) out here on the eastern edge of the Sandhills of Nebraska, there is a world-famous "Clown Festival" that draws thousands from all over the United States.
Two years ago, a bunch of the clowns, still attired in their red round noses and floppy shoes, went to the local VFW (Veterans of Foreign Wars) club for a pick-me-up from the intensely hot weather.
Many of them had too much, and some sort of fracas evolved. The local policemen tried dealing with it, but got beat up, after which the county sheriff's staff was called in. They couldn't deal with it either, and so the state patrol was asked for assistance. It ultimately required 17 law-enforcement personnel to put it down.
I was not there, but the image remains fixed in the mind; all these Bozo the Clowns brawling and fisticuffing, making real bruises and drawing much blood and snapping many bones.