Santa's personal parking spot should never be vacant so close to Christmas.
But the buildings he found in this virtual place were so majestic.
Opulence rarely seen in reality was the norm in this place.
Who, Santa wondered, had enough free time to design and build such palaces, pixel by pixel?
Sure, they were well-read.
And enjoyed wonderful amenities.
But who chose to expend such effort for something so unreal?
And why were these richly decorated homes...
...filled with things that made Santa cry?
What was this place? This horrible, horrible place?
It was all too much for poor old St Nick, and he fainted dead away. And during his slumber, Christmas Town lay unprotected. An ancient evil began its unholy march.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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