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January 3. Santa's reindeer get lost and start flying up .... and up ... and up. By the time Santa could turn them around, they had already passed through the Pearly Gates. Someone was expecting him.
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| Ho ho ... holy shit, it's Jesus! | |
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| You have desecrated the spirit of my holiday. You have led my children astray with promises of X-Boxes and ponies and caramel. | |
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| Prepare for ... MORTAL KOMMMMMBAT! | |
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| You've gone plum loco, J-Dog. I'm outta here. | |
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| That's right, Satan Claus. Run. And tell your little Easter rabbit friend to come get him some. | |
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