It's twenty-twelve, and you can ask my elves -
we've been hard at work at stocking our shelves!
From baseballs to WoW mounts, and a Wii U or two,
Old Santa - that's me! - has been working for you!
we've been hard at work at stocking our shelves!
From baseballs to WoW mounts, and a Wii U or two,
Old Santa - that's me! - has been working for you!
If you're new to this tradition, then here's the ice cream scoop!
Send Santa C (that's me!) a message naming a friend, two, or three (or in Demeter's case, fourteen thousand eight hundred and fifty-nine), and I'll send them all presents straight from the nearest CyberCafe in the north pole! It may take some time, you see, because I can't quite find my presents yet (I'm quite awful at losing things!), but I've asked Nate for help, and wouldn't you know it - he's helping me find them!
Such a good little elf you are.
So start sending those lists - I'll check them twice - and decide if your friends have been naughty or nice (but let's be honest, who really makes the naughty list anymore other than serial killers like Dexter, and, like, the Hulk for smashing Loki. I mean that was really mean of him - all he wanted to do was be friends. And, well, do evil things. But still. The Hulk is on the naughty list, and that's final.)
But I digress!
Don't distress!
Merry Christmas, YWS!
Santa's elves would like to leave a disclaimer relieving our party (henceforth known as Santa Co) of gift-giving duties in instances of apocalypse or any other 2012-related disaster. Really, like, if Yellowstone erupts and China floods over, we're outta here. We've had our antimatter rockets ready for the past century just waiting for this stuff to happen, and we're pretty sure we can find good little boys and girls on another planet.
