Ryan: So I just talked with the family. They didn't see or hear any planes overhead.
Beckett: That doesn't make any sense. He had to have fallen from somewhere.
Castle: I'm sorry. (chuckles) Are we overlooking the obvious here? He hit some turbulence, slipped out of his sleigh, and fell to his doom.
Ryan: Santa... lying there dead. You gotta ask yourself, what kind of world do we live in?
Beckett: A world in which there is no Santa and people don't fall out of nowhere.