You know, it never really made sense how Santa could go to so many places for centuries until now. He's undead, and so are his reindeer. T'would also explain why nobody's ever seen him working: "no witnesses" they probably agreed. ;-P
A skeletal sleigh glides through midnight skies. Chains rattle as it moves, dragging behind a trail of ghostly frost that burns the ground it touches. At its front, a team of undead reindeer pull the sleigh. Their bodies are half-decayed, their ribs exposed beneath tattered fur. Frost blooms along their ...