I dunno about y'all, but the notion of some fat old dude wearing a red jump suit watching me sleep NEVER set right. I mean he's even bribing us with presents to get us not to tell. Frankly, I'm happy the North Pole is melting if it means putting that cantankerous old list-making jackass out of work.

Merry Christmas! (Paul and Ann are both on the naughty list, let's not pretend otherwise.)