Lookie here, my deario, it's only December 5th. No need to get your knickers in a twist just yet - I've only just clocked on for the season and it's taking a while to get the boilers running, the hot water urn on for the necessary cup that cheers and the reindeers in some sort of training. You wouldn't believe how much weight they've put on in the past eleven months! At this rate we'll never get off the ground, let alone round to all the good children.
However there IS a package with your name on it, which I've seen to myself, and once everything is ticking over sweetly I'll get one of the elves to pop it over to you. That's if I can get one of them away from the fireside and the mugs of hot toddy.
So do not fret, young Firecat. All will be well.