You never know what might spark an important realisation: a work of art, a rambling breeze, a brick to the head, or even the confused ramblings of some old friend...
Anyway, a few pieces are coming together now regarding the history of the thing that lurks, and was spawned, and was revealed the night of the Great White Elephant Judgement. It was indeed spawned in a confused mind--the confused, even demented mind of Santa Claus. That explains a lot, doesn't it? This creature, a hideous collision of Ma Ingalls' dress form, a road kill reindeer, and the ten-horned beast of the Apocalypse of John, which has now been unleashed to torment many of you, now lurks, in waiting, exploring it's new surroundings, terrorizing weary travellers from the vaulted perch on which it now sits. It plots mayhem. It wishes it knew whether it is a boy or a girl. It has a name. It is...
BlitzenStein
Letting me get my hands on it was another bit of confusion. You all may want to get Santa's head examined before he fills your stockings. One mistake like this was enough.
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All of our children are adopted.
Ah. I know within two guesses who you are. If you'd like to claim your children are adopted, you might start by employing a very good plastic surgeon and joining the witness protection program.
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