As Christmas Eve draws near, we've been in DEFCON-1 to get all of our shopping done and our cards out in the mail. Amidst the ruckus of the holiday rush, our resident snausage-elf provides comedic relief as he noses around ALL of the goings-on, making sure that everything is just right for Santa's night.
|hello, everyone! i'm RamsElf, sent by Santa to make sure these |
fine people are ready for Christmas Eve.
[oh, boy. this costume might ruin my street cred. anyway....]
|are those biscuits over there with the ribbons on them |
for m-...i mean..."YOUR DOG"? what's his name again,
"Rummy"? "Ramses"? "RinTinTIn"? "Remoulade"? "Dasher"?
It's "Ramsay". Some of the biscuits are for him, little snausage-elf. But others are for his doggy-friends. Ramsay will have other gifts to compensate. He's such a generous little guy, you know.
|ah yes! santa has told me about how good your dog has been |
this year. i'll have to remind him so he'll give m-...i mean, "YOUR DOG"
but before i go, i must inspect your ornaments...