Santa delayed. The problem is his pants; the cleaner has mistakenly sent them to N.Y.C. plutocrat Rich Rump, and the arrogant Rump won't even listen to Santa's urgent tale of woe. Neither will anyone else; unrecognized, he's arrested for loitering and sentenced to six months--during which Christmas doesn't happen and the economy languishes. By the time Santa emerges, Rump is trying to peddle the pants on a street corner and has mellowed enough to present them to Santa as a gift (``They're so you''). And Christmas finally comes!