Santa Drew here. I've asked my main elf to post a couple of pictures of me begging... er, uh, putting on a couple extra pounds for my busy day tomorrow evening. We certainly don't want Santa Drew working on an empty stomach now do we? Which reminds me, don't forget to leave me out a tray of cookies. Rumor has it I'm not very picky. Just no wax fruit. Now on to the important stuff. The naughty or nice rule -- out the window. I wouldn't even be able to bring myself a bag of treats with that rule in place. I Santa Drew personally find it almost impossible to stay out of trouble for more than 6 hours. For some reason my elves call me 'Drew No' when I cause mischief. Not sure what's up with that. Elves... go figure.
Any who, I'm off to take a nap. Santa Drew needs his beauty sleep you know. I'll see all the wonderful greyhounds of the world tomorrow night.
PS: don't tell Handy and Garth, but they're really not getting a bag of coal under the tree. I just made that up because they took the couch the other night.
UPDATE: This is Santa Drew again. Hopefully I can get off probation before tomorrow evening. To underscore the reason that I removed the naught rule, when Daddy elf and Handy went to the mailbox I suddenly felt compelled to rip to shreds one of Mommy elf's favorite Cooking Light magazines. I was just looking for healthy cookie recipes... honest. It's not my fault they make um out of flimsy old paper.
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