The big man strokes his white beard. “It’s been a hard season…”

“Seen the new requests?!” shouts one elf. “Epidemics, tanks, false flags… And we’re hungry.”

“I’ve brought in a consultant.”

A black, hooded robe enters, holding a tray. “All will be delivered this Christmas. For now, enjoy reindeer steaks.”

Joey thinks it is never too early to plan for the coming Christmas.