Santa-Khryakus. Pratchett T.

Ho, Ho, Ho! Hello, little individuals. Did you behave well last year? Yes, yes, I am the same Santa-Khryakus. And this is my elf Albert. And these are my faithful wild boars: fang, hollowed, jerk and face. Spit? No, this is my staff. Bones? I just lost a little weight. Pale as death? I said, I am Santa-Khryakus, and not death at all. After all, persistent little personalities... And I'm not your dad at all.

Do you think your dads only dream of how to climb the fireplaces? In general, gifts in the stocking, and I went. I still need to fly over the floor of the flat world. And I warn you: once again you hang a pillowcase on the fireplace, you will not get anything at all. Happy terrace! All. Everywhere.

a, yes, I almost forgot... Ho. Ho. Ho!