Is that time of the year again. Santa’s got a lot of work, delivering toys all around.
Once upon a time, his elves built them with passion, but that time is long gone now. These days, the children have forgotten about hand-made rag-dolls and wooden cars, and demand instead all kinds of commercial stuff.
So the fat guy decided not to waste more time, and the toy factory was rebuilt so it could fulfill some other dreams.
Blue elves now make X, red ones grow pot, and some brown and green ones refine all the coke.
Then they go to the streets, to deal to the kids, so they can get money for their Christmas gifts.
Finally, on December 24th, they fed up the reindeers on angel’s dust, so they can carry toys for girls and boys.
They wait to the midnight and so they go on, and Santa delivers the promised toys, and just before leaving, instead of milk and cookies, he takes a shot of bourbon and empties the fridge.
So that’s the story, and that’s how it ends: if you go on rehab, some toys won’t be made.
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