Now, please enjoy my offering.
Rudolph's Special Problem
Meanwhile, Santa patronizes Starbucks. Gulping a grande chai nog, he ponders Plan B. Do I pick the Tom Tom, Garmin, or Magellan? Shall I shop Best Buy, Costco, eBay or Amazon? Farklempt,* he skypes the elves for a consult.
Vixen and Prancer strut by, giggling about Rudolph's special problem.
Eyeing Santa's laptop, Vixen sneers, "What was he thinking? OMG! Elves are soooo 2009..."
"Totally," adds Prancer. "Hasn't he heard of outsourcing?"
Santa flashes the deers a gesture that's inappropriate for the season and this Centus.
*Farklempt= Yiddish. Utterly flustered and discouraged.