I was always dubious of Santa Claus as a kid. I could never understand how one guy, with a handful of flying reindeer could make it to every kids house (that wasn’t on the Naughty List) on Christmas Eve. One year my aunt tried to convince me that Santa had “helpers” would have take some of the pressure off Santa, and ever since I’ve been waiting for someone like YRB Rabi, Karina, or Mega Barbie to make their way down my chimney. I’ve never actually had a chimney but still waiting.

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