It's really beginning to feel like Christmas around here. I can practically smell that mix of gingerbread, mulled wine and existential despair that calls to mind the season.
I do wonder if, given the barriers surrounding the town, Santa Claus will show up. Not, of course, that the real Santa Claus is a jolly old man who comes bringing gifts. Everyone knows Santa Claus is really a drugged-up government bear used as an experiment by the CIA. Still, it's very much a part of Christmas, and it wouldn't be the same without Santa.
Speaking of Christmas, darling Carlos, would you like to go to this ball with me? I'm not sure which of us should wear the dress, but I'm open to either way.