Santa's French suicide

It's a fact : Santa's dead busy over Christmas.

Solving the candles burning trees in Germany, sorting out Red bull and other heavy energetic drinks for the raindears crew (turning into heavy boozin' half way through the journey),
answering millions of letters sent by all those snotty kids demanding I pods and other technological non sense rubbish,
beard trimming so the goddamn thing still looks presentable by December 25th GMT-12 (not even mentioning the blooming Russians dragging the whole saga up til January 7th).

I am slightly worried though, Santa is starting to give up as he reaches France in his christmassy jolly let's make the kids happy journey.


It's been 3 or 4 years now, a strange phenomenon has been spreading over the hexagonal frogland : house after house, Santa desperately trying to escape from it all.

Usually opting for window cealing, rooftops, I've even witnessed him trying to lasso some Airfrance plane flying over Parisian foie gras overdosed suburbs on its way to Charles de Gaulle (see above).

Way better than the Daily Mirror, eh ?

Season's Greetings !

Tonight's soundtrack : "the craft" Blackalicious