Oh, Christmas time comes but once a year, with Santa Claus spreading presents and cheer.

He flies through the sky, gifts piled high in his sleigh, for the children to open upon Christmas Day.

And while this act brings both joy and elation,

should we not consider his deed's implication?

How does Santa, that jolly old gnome,

have time to visit every child's home?

As Earth's population

continues to grow,

his time stays consistent,

and so that ratio

should theoretically

spiral out of control.

And yet,

not once has he failed

his Christmas goal.

How could this be?

Man has pondered for ages.

Yet doctors, philosophers, druids, and sages have all come up short in their explanation.

Until, well that is, for this humble narration who am i not important i'd rather not say but i have a perversion that involves christmas day peeping tom looking lou a voyeur if you French. I gaze into windows while cranking my wrench.

Look, I know I'm a monster, but please hear me out,

for I witnessed a scene that you must hear about.

At the North Pole this Christmas, all covered in snow,

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