Santa is holed up in Florida now, in a hammock with a tiny rum and coke. His red sandals have bells on the heels and his toes twinkle with glitter. 
THERE GOES SANTA CLAUS  

The reindeer are back on the tundra telling whoppers about where they flew, and their run-ins with satellites and drones. They're whinging because Rudolf got them lost over Bermuda and Blitzen found a penguin in Antartica he wanted to bring home.

I'm settling into my desk chair and skipping my way through ideas and projects. What to do first? So here goes. I hope your holidays are great and your new year exactly what works for you.