Incidentally, being capable of perceiving and traversing the mad, impossible, geometry mercifully hidden from man’s sight would be the best explanation for how Santa can store and deliver all those presents to all those places so quickly…
In his house at the North Pole, dead Santa waits dreaming
It seems to me to be readily apparent that what we’re talking about here is…
(wait for it)
A Very Cthulhu Cthristhmas!
(rimshot)
I’ve heard that if you draw a straight line through the earth’s center, with one end at Santa’s workshop, the other end would lie in an entirely uncharted region beyond the mountains of madness. True facts.
Heh. Charles Stross sort of covered this in one of his Laundry stories:
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