Salmonella, Santa?

All I want for Christmas is a pink and yellow kitchen. [Not really.] Peeking in the window, Saint Nicholas seems mesmerized, but maybe he's simply scoping out the location of the cookie jar. Or perhaps he's having second thoughts about visiting this 1953 household; given the raw turkey left on the work table, the occupants don't seem too concerned about sanitary food preparation. That's a definite 'naughty'—looks like this home's stockings might be filled with coal.