Ho-Ho-NO.

[toogreatforpants]

So, Christmas is a time where children worship a strange tall man dress in red who rides a chariot?!

Hah! You've been keeping secrets from me Mun! You should have told me there was a time of year where I was important to children everywhere!

[Rider, no that's not what Christmas is-...]

SO! WHAT'S THIS ABOUT GETTING TO SIT IN A SMALL HUT ON A THRONE AND HAVING THEM TELL ME WHAT THEY DESIRE FOR THIS FESTIVE PERIOD? IT LOOKS LIKE I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT JOB TO DO THIS CHRISTMAS EVE! PURGING AND TAKING GIFTS FROM THOSE WHO HAVE ASKED THEM!

IT SEEMS LIKE THE EXACT SORT OF THING A CONQUEROR LIKE ISKANDAR THE GREAT SHOULD GET INVOLVED WITH, NO?

Comments

[typemoonmoon]

The twenty-fifth of December is my birthday and I'm over eight-hundred years old.

That means I get over eight-hundred presents.

You may deliver them.

[toogreatforpants]

That many presents for just one person just seems unethical.

Surely you could find something that is worth that value but easier to carry around. I'm not sure my chariot could carry eight-hundred presents.

[typemoonmoon]

[ Cupping the side of her mouth as she leans in to whisper: ]

Then how do you deliver all the toys to everyone if your chariot can't hold them?

[toogreatforpants]

That is hardly my fault!

However, I could at least make an attempt. I wouldn't be a very good king if I at least didn't try something once, now would I?