I was 16 and working the front counter at KFC. It was mid October and Santa came in. He was wearing brown pants, a yellow flannel shirt, and suspenders, but he had the little Santa specs and the big belly and the bushy curly beard and all. Like, the whole 9 yards. He ordered the buffet and a drink and I ring him up, and as I'm handing him his tray and cup he says "Have you been a good boy this year?" and I freaked all the way out.
It was a neat day.