I thank heavens every day that I live in a State so vigilant that even beer bottle labels must past muster. Oh the thought of innocent drunks or children being exposed to Santa’s Butt just make my cheeks turn red. 
From Santa’s Butt to God’s ear.
Wait…
I thought there were dozens of beers and small-bottle cocktails with gross out names these days. Plus plenty with devils and women with less on than they allow at the beach.
But after all, Claus is a saint, so I guess there’s religious dignity to worry about, PC wise. 