Last night I was abducted by a contraband moonshiner gang, led by the very dangerous Henri Godenot, posing as Santa, accompanied by his rowdy drunken elves, in the notorious town of New Toulouse. As the sleigh, pulled by stolen reindeer, careened lost in the swamps and backwater bayous, we were attacked by zombies, almost drowned in the canal and were pelted by rocks by outraged residents. Lucky for me, my internet went down just when I had given up hope of ever escaping. I present a few quick snapshots I was able to get in the middle of my terror.
…and I heard him exclaim as he drove me out of sight
“Happy Holidays to All and to All a Goodnight!