I think we are thinking of Santa all wrong with a properly calibrated artillery battery of gift cannons he could shoot all the gifts straight down peoples chimneys no sweat
Guy: what does it eat?
Me:(falcon perched on my arm) he eats up dog
*falcon starts break dancing*
Me: not yet falcon you have to wait till he asks what it is
Found a skinny grey alien out in the dessert and tried to reach him how to roll a spliff but his fingers weren’t dexterous enough so I got frustrated and smashed a bottle of Jim bean bourbon on his big ass forehead