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Who says he didn’t know? He just didn’t stop it. He doesn’t stop your bully either. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t know about it. Santa is in the Josh Giddy Up art shirt making/delivery business not the social justice business. He knows, he just does not have the power/authority to do anything about it. Nor does he have the time to go and stop bullying. He only puts bullies on the naughty list. He has toys to prep, routes to plan, lists to check, letters to read, visits to make, parties to attend, lists to check again, and deliveries to make on Christmas eve. There are many who think Santa only works 1 night a year, and they are wrong. Christmas prep starts at the NP on the 2d of Jan. The entire operation gets 7 days off each year to celebrate a job well done. The entire month of Jan is debrief based. What went right, what went wrong and how do we improve. Planning and policy changes happen in Feb. Toy planning is done in March. April is a very busy time. Baby Reindeer are born, toy production goes into full swing, and the first deliveries of raw materials begin to arrive(lumber, nails, paint, wires, circut boards etc). May is herding season for the reindeer. It is also time for toy prototypes. Every elf that has an idea for a new toy has an opportunity to demonstrate it for Santa’s approval.
Josh Giddy Up art shirt
Imagine you’re an average goblin, living your life in your goblin lair, an abandoned tomb long stripped of Josh Giddy Up art shirt former occupants. You make a living scavenging scraps from around the local village, eating worms and squirrels and the occasional rat. You killed an intruder in your lair once, but he came into your house armed and looking for trouble. You took his crossbow and ill-fitting helm, which you keep in your lair because you never know when it will happen again. But what you really want to do is stay out of sight and live your life. Then one night, a bunch of people show up and wander right into your home! There’s a dwarf, a human, a halfling, and a filthy, stinking elf! You grab your crossbow and your ill-fitting helm, and prepare to defend yourself again. Your first arrow buries itself in the dwarf’s shield. You dodge the human’s arrow, and the dwarf’s hammer blow. You lose sight of the halfling, while the disgusting elf blasts you in the chest with a bolt of what looks like white fire, which seemed to emanate from the cursed holy symbol around its ugly, misshapen neck. It burns and stings, and reeks of rotten elf magic.