Transmission number 14, 963. Ya'll call it Boxing Day, and sometimes boxing happens. Our only holiday where Santa doesn't crack the mistletoe whip. We elves get out a year of gift-making stress from the moment he leaves until sunrise the 27th. We only sew stockings on the 27th because the sharp needles keep us alert. And don't dare lose your gingerbread in one. That really twists the Big Man's mittens. I better sign off. Snow Blower of Project Carol out.
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