The GreetingDear First Lady, I do hope the White House hasn't misplaced its festive spirit amidst all the important goings-on! I’m writing to you today with a jingle of concern that’s less about sleigh bells and more about a very peculiar economic indicator: Santa Claus himself! My candy cane antenna are practically vibrating with a mix of genuine worry and utter bewilderment over the latest news from the North Pole’s earthly representatives. It seems even jolly old Saint Nick isn't immune to the baffling whims of the modern economy, and frankly, my eggnog is starting to curdle from the sheer absurdity of it all.## The SituationOh, First Lady, you simply will not believe the latest. It appears the demand for professional Santas—yes, the real, bona fide, velvet-suited, belly-shaking kind—has taken a nosedive! And not just a little dip, like when a reindeer misses a landing; we're talking a veritable plunge! Mitch Allen, the esteemed