Yes, that is a Santa hat on the passenger seat. I am always threatening eccentric behaviors that I will cloak under the broad excuse of advancing years: Cverly tan with a beer belly the size of a basketball and the density of teak wood. Slippers, a white Captain's hat, gold frame sunglasses missing one lens and an open bathrobe when I go to get more Popov from the grocery. A kimono, a suburban opium habit and an erotic netsuke bolo tie. Dark, dark days ahead.
Luckily, I have an ample supply of Dymo labeling tape.