Santa Claus sighed. How on earth was that contract to be defeated?
He would have to do it quickly as well, since he was late already. He still had his three fellow players to hitch up in front of the sleigh. Then he had to fly South like a bat out of hell. As the years passed he more and more felt the burden of having to deliver these accursed presents, if only because of their ever increasing number. Furthermore it became ever more dangerous with the air space teeming with Ultra Light airplanes, paragliders, hang gliders and whatever diabolic objects men would send up. So far no accidents had happened... not yet, that is! He shuddered at the thought of the near-collision last year with that base-jumper over Norway. It had been very fortunate Rudolph had seen him coming.
Funny though, Santa contemplated, that Rudolph was still the leader of the pack, the best reindeer in leading the sleigh. After all, he drank like a fish, which was evident from his shiny (some even say it glows) red hooter.
Mentioning Rudolph's name alarmed Santa. Rudolph was a fine player and the question remained: how to defeat this contract? Santa reflected on the bidding and play so far:

S/All		♠	8 5 4 3
		♥	Q J
		♦	A Q J 10
		♣	A Q J
				♠	A 6 2
				♥	4 2
				♦	K 7 5 2
				♣	10 8 7 3

¹ Weak two: six card suit, 6-9 HCP

After North – one of these slick types amongst the younger reindeer, which Santa not particularly liked – had instantly raised his partner to game, West – another one who preferred speed above quality – in the same second had led the ♠Q. Santa had won with the ♠A and Rudolph, South, had contributed the ♠10.
That ♠10 was no false card, Santa knew. Although he was a fine player, Rudolph suffered from a total lack of imagination, like all reindeer (just ask any wolf in Alaska: it will tell you how elated it is about the reindeer following the same route to their pasturelands every single year).
So Rudolph had been dealt the bare ♠K10, meaning there were no more spade tricks for the defence. Furthermore he probably did not hold six trumps to the ♥AK, since holding the ♠K as well, he would have opened 1♥. So West had either the ♥A or the ♥K. If West had the ♥A, South could just have the ♣K (and the ♥K of course). But if West had the ♥K (and South the ♥A therefore), he could not have the ♣K. But it did not matter whether West had the ♣K or not, since South could finesse for that card over West if necessary – successfully.
So it looked like EW would take three tricks only: the ♠A, West's top trump and the ♦K...
Then a smile appeared on Santa's face: what if West held a doubleton in diamonds? Santa switched to the ♦2. And yes, West díd have a doubleton in diamonds:

S/All		♠	8 5 4 3
		♥	Q J
		♦	A Q J 10
		♣	A Q J
♠	Q J 9 7			♠	A 6 2
♥	K 7 5			♥	4 2
♦	6 4			♦	K 7 5 2
♣	K 9 6 2			♣	10 8 7 3
		♠	K 10
		♥	A 10 9 8 6 3
		♦	9 8 3
		♣	5 4

Of course South, Rudolf, judged East's ♦2 to be a singleton. He concluded that the singleton did not present any danger, since in the worst case South would lose only two more tricks: the ♥K (if it was with West) followed by a diamond ruff.
So Rudolph won the trick with dummy's ♦10 and ran the ♥Q. West won with the ♥K and returned his last diamond.
'You can take your ruff now', Rudolph said to Santa, 'but I will win any return, draw the remainder of the trumps and repeat the finesse for the ♦K. Thereafter I pitch my club loser on the fourth diamond. Just made.'
'Hohoho', Santa retorted stylishly, while winning with the ♦K and giving West a diamond ruff. 'Down one.'

While Rudolf gazed at Santa's cards, the latter realised he was lucky his partner West was an unimaginative reindeer as well. After all, any West player with some imagination (or any West player who would have taken some time to think after gaining the lead with the ♥K) would have realised East could not have a singleton diamond (South would have had six). That West player might therefore 'cleverly' have switched to a club, enabling Rudolph to claim (♣A, draw trumps, club to the ♣Q; later South can pitch his third diamond on the ♣J).

'Hohoho, boys, to the sleigh we go', Santa said, his mood visibly improving. 'Hohoho', he repeated a few more times. Not because there was any need to – the reindeer had obediently lined up in front of the sleigh – but because he knew it annoyed them. And so it turned out to be a pleasant Christmas time after all.