Earlier this week, I woke up in the middle of the night laughing out loud at a dream I was having. I was watching a film called “Un-Santa In The Man.” It was about colognes or perfumes, which, when worn by a man, would not make him smell like Santa. “In the man” was like saying “in the male of the species” – and “un-Santa” was a similarly clinical term. The film was sort of like a report on product testing. But I think it was sung. That’s all I can remember; once I registered the meaning of the phrase “Un-Santa In The Man,” I started laughing and woke up.