My deductive skills tell me that he went MIA during a battle waged in a Las Vegas casino...or maybe a circus tent. Or it's possible that his sequined uniform allowed him to blend, and he went AWOL to start a new life with a trapeze artist.
Every St. Nicholas Day my mother gives my brother and I a pair of those Nutcracker Village nutcrackers. Over the years we've accumulate TONS of them, but the thing is, I hate Christmas decorations. I thought I'd managed to escape, as they've been accumulating over at her place. No such luck. Got a call tonight and they've been dug out of the attic and are headed here next weekend.