Life at the pole

Holy hell, it's cold!

Like, really cold. Dark, dreary, muted. That swirly wind really bites, and in unhappy places, too.

Folks often think all we have here are these old, fantastic cottages--and we do!--but we also ahve a campus of new buildings around the hub of North Pole Headquarters. And we have kettle cars--cars that drive any number of passengers to wherever...keeping warm around a burning fire on their way to Thimble's or the (slightly sketchy) Nutcracker Tavern for rounds of peppermint ale.

And, of course, we also have reindeer, kept way off campus because, let's face it, reindeer stink.

And we have Santa. What's he like? Kind of a crab butt lately. Especially to me. To be honest, I think the fat man hates me. Every year, the elves all get one Christmas wish. Just one. And Santa never comes through for me. If elves are on his Naughty list, I suppose I must be on it.

At the top.

In bold letters.

In permanent marker.

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