You know what I love about Santa? He gives and gives and gives. Yeah, I know, he can be horribly judgmental. This whole naughty or nice thing? No way should one old guy be able to make that determination on his own, without a full consideration of the context and all the facts. But still, I think he means well. His toy supply has to be finite. He has to make good choices about who gets them. Why waste perfectly good toys on spoiled little brats? Sure the elves slave away day after day after day making toys. But they have to rest sometime. They can't make en endless supply of toys. Hey! I wonder if they have a union? A health plan? Paid vacation? If you think about it, the North Pole is a sweatshop operation. Except it's cold, so there may not be much sweating. But still. Geez. I bet it's like any other off-shore production facility, designed to avoid OSHA rules and EPA oversight. Scratch what I said. Turns out Santa is a greedy creep.
But not Aash. Here's a guy who really does give and give. He is one-hundred and ten percent Scav. He stays up all night preparing lime green Chinese lanterns. Dozes. Wakes up. Checks his email to see if anyone has found a dog he can put a swimsuit on. Gets to work rewiring his cell phone so it emits an aroma when someone calls.
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