December 21, 2012 in Holiday Angst
Santa Claus, who rarely visited the workshop anymore, made a surprise appearance one cold November morning. Of course it was cold – Santa’s workshop is located at the North Pole – but there had been a particularly nasty storm the previous evening, leaving behind a thick blanket of snow that glistened like diamonds in the few short hours of sunlight.
The old man was decidedly less jolly than usual; in fact, he seemed perplexed. He sipped his oversized cup of cocoa absently as he waved a Christmas list from an eight-year-old boy from Texas.
“Can someone please tell me what the hell a cosmic branding iron is?” he bellowed. Read the rest of this entry →