There must have been some sort of mix up at the North Pole again this year.
I don’t understand how they can keep making the same mistake. Makes me wonder what kind of accountability people are held to up there. A who’s policing the police sort of thing.
After the jaw-dropping debacle of the past two years, I faxed my gift requests to the North Pole Workshop in May. And again in June. I didn’t get a confirmation on the August fax but I did get one on the other five.
I printed clearly — in black ink, as requested. Maybe I misspelled raccoon?
In any case, I awoke on December 25th to the same gift I’ve received for now the past three Christmases: autonoetic consciousness.