"I don't know, Bar. I'm happy to do it, you know I am, it just takes longer and longer every year," he slurs, leaning on Bar and contemplating his half-empty glass. "It's population growth, the elves tell me. So Mrs. Claus, she wants me to delegate."

He waves expansively, gesturing to the empty room.

"Delegate! It's not a bad idea, honestly, but who am I if I don't deliver the presents myself, hmm?"

The thumps a fist on Bar.

"That's who I am! I'm Santa Claus, the one who delivers presents to children all over the world."