Owing to the utter lack of snow in my part of the world and perhaps
your own, the Old Man appears to have been sending his elves door to door
individually to gather up packages. A rather short, not terribly athletic
looking fellow showed up at my workshop yesterday to add three boxes to his
sack. Upon reading the address labels he just looked at me briefly, turned away,
and muttered something about the cost of fuel as he slogged off down the
driveway. Ho, ho, ho!