As I get older, I am confronted with the rituals of Santa from Santa’s point-of-view, as it were. Hence this exchange:
Señor Mojito: I’ll finish work about 8 on Christmas Eve, so we can meet Archie [et al.] for drinks if I get organised.
H-Bird: Do the bars close early?
Señor Mojito: Yeah, they close about midnight.
H-Bird: But what if Santa wants to have a drink?
Señor Mojito: That’s why everyone puts a drink out for him.
H-Bird: Oh. Oh, I see.
Señor Mojito [pointedly]: Duuhh!
This, I suppose, classifies me as naughty rather than nice: that I only thought about Santa’s Christmas drinking needs in relation to my own. Possibly this is because I declared my loyalty to Chris Christmas Rodriguez as early as 2005.

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Santa has a long drive ahead of him – I bet all the damn elves drink all the booze before they get home.
The Futurama Elves hope you feel their pain.
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