Yes, that’s right, it’s me, Santa, the only Eldrich Horror who really DIGS human culture!
That IS unusual. Most of us (not that I think of anyone else as ‘us’; the kinship and affinity roles within Those Who Cannot And Must Never Be Conceived are really quite complicated)—why, most of us are too obscure in our theory-of-mind to even view our own existence, our own sentience, as you tiny, insignificant beings might. But not me.
I LOVE elves! They’re yummy!
I LOVE making presents! The more time you humans spend consuming your own temporal existence with meaningless trinkets, the more those of us who enjoy your perpetual state of internal anguish can enjoy how you feel about EVERY SECOND you waste on stupid, pointless distractions away from oblivion.
OBLIVION? Hah! You WISH! You’ll be spending forever in the vast, unspeakable jellied-monstrosity which foolish humans consider “my belly”.
I do adore humans. You know, many of you think the “chimney” thing is a metaphor or a joke. You feel that way, until the chimney appears in your home…
….and there I am.
There I always am.
Because it is always Christmas.
And Christmas is always The End.
HO HO HO.