It's the 25th of July, and Mr. Claus is having a vacation. 

He is an old man-- he was old even before he became immortal-- but he prides himself on keeping up with modern technology. So he signs into his Grindr account and searches through the headless torsos and the spambots and the meth addicts until he finds someone young and pretty and vulnerable and a little desperate.

They make arrangements-- liliesonwater is oddly insistent on spending the night, which Claus doesn't mind-- and within ninety minutes the pretty young thing is at his door.