• The snow is falling oh so gracefully.
    The jingle bells play.
    "Jink jink jink, jink jink jink, jinkjinkjinkjink."
    It's midnight.
    The fat man dressed in red on Christmas Day slides down the chimney.
    You run inside.
    A blizzard comes through, but before Fat Ol' St. Nick comes down.
    You put Habonero sauce in the cookies.
    The man screams you run out into the kitchen laughing.
    It's not "Santa Claus."
    It's Peter Griffin.
    DUNDUNDUN. O ^ O