‘What a wonderful smell,’ Billy B said with delight. ‘The cigar reminds me of my first boss at SIU a cigar smoker…Jim,’ Billy B continued. ‘I could always smell him before I saw him,’ Billy B laughed.

‘Sit down and visit with your foreman…I am your boss you can sit a minute when your boss requests it,’ Jim smiled… ‘I have been waiting for you,’ Jim winked.

‘Look all the way in the back in the corner…it is Dad,’ Chet gestured with a wide grin. ‘He is smoking his favorite Charles Denby Cigars and has a glass of rye whiskey in front of him,’ Chet observed wonderfully. ‘Dad has been gone a long time,’ Chet whispered.

‘It is relaxing here…with the giant ashtrays and low light,’ Humphrey said. Lauren will be here soon. I have ordered her a Dirty Martini,’ Humphrey noted with satisfaction. Sometimes she brings Jason with her…we are an all-in-the-family group at the Cigar Bar,’ Humphrey laughed dryly.

‘I used to say ask not what your country can do for you but rather…what the heck…there is Marylin,’ JFK said. ‘I’ll be damned she has Frank Sammy Dean and Joey with her,’ JFK smiled his toothy grin. ‘Well…we stopped Russia in the 60s but this is a different time with weak leaders,’ JFK mused as he poured Marylin a Scotch.

‘Drinks for the House and Cohibas for all,’ Fidel announced as he walked in. ‘Mr. President may I join your entourage,’ Fidel asked with a long Cohiba protruding from his lips. ‘It has been too long…where is Jackie,’ Fidel asked? ‘We must discuss the present distress before it is too late,’ Fidel proclaimed.

‘Ari O is sitting in the corner waiting for her I think,’ he waved when I came in,’ JFK answered. ‘Ari is a Prick and a womanizer…never the less I believe in keeping secrets,’ JFK smiled. ‘Fidel…we must aid in discovering peace before it is too late,’ JFK mused as he took a long draw from his Cohiba…

‘Ho…Ho…Ho…Merry Christmas,’ Santa said with a dimple on his cheek and smoke circling his head like a wreath. ‘I did not know you enjoyed Cigars Billy B,’ Santa said. ‘Jonathon told me that he was going to bring you to the Cigar Bar…please join me and Donald in our Christmas discussions,’ Santa Clause said with a wink.

‘Do I really have to write this 1 million times…’I have been naughty, not nice,’ Donald asked?