It's summer, and Father Christmas decides to take his reindeer and go to someplace warm. In this very British, irreverant comic-book-style story, Father Christmas is a crabby old guy who eats too much, gets diarrhea, hates spending a lot or being recognized. He tries France, Scotland, and Las Vegas, and finds plenty to complain about in each place. After being recognized one too many times, he pays for his deers' food (64 bags of potato chips, 28 bags of popcorn, 19 giant-size tins of peanuts and 26 packets of sugar frosties) and heads back to the North Pole. "Thank heaven" his vacation is over, he says! He's already got a load of letters in "the blooming post" and needs to get his "tum" back to normal. He goes back to work "on me own, in the cold." "Still," he concludes, "at least I've had a blooming good holiday!" (JAF)