It’s that time of year, the unbridled expectation of the arrival of an old large fat bloke with a fake beard, in a red ill fitting suit, squeezing his way down the chimney past the central heating pipes, to make an entrance by pulling the radiator of the wall and scaring the kids.
What’s the matter, Extreme? Were you attacked by a shopping mall Santa, when you were wee?
No I just see all the logical failings of the Santa story. Just imagine that traveling at the speed of light with 8 reindeers eating up multiple suns worth of energy in the vain attempt at delivering presents to everyone “good” in a single night. I never did get my extermination ray I asked for. Useless.
The only good thing about the story is Rudolph the brown nosed reindeer.
Silly professor, Santa Magic™ Isn’t powered by “suns”…
It’s powered by the disappointed tears of small children, self sustaining power source.
Half my kingdom for a like button . . .