[Santa is torn between showing up late, which is what cool guys do, and getting in early to prevent other people from fucking up on the snacks. His compromise is arriving on time, which is late for someone who's supposed to be helping. He's got several boxes with various finger foods- little sandwiches, chips and dip, and a pot filled with meatballs, with wooden skewers beside to eat them with. ]
[If asked, he'll claim he bought the stuff from a store, but that's kind of a lie. He doesn't trust preassembled stuff to be as good as what he'd make, so he handmade most of this. Shhhh.]
Not bad. [This is Santa patting himself on the back.]
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[If asked, he'll claim he bought the stuff from a store, but that's kind of a lie. He doesn't trust preassembled stuff to be as good as what he'd make, so he handmade most of this. Shhhh.]
Not bad. [This is Santa patting himself on the back.]