Yo, Rap! Consequential upon my last communication, which was sent across at least two nations, the elves tell me your gifts are ready and they're holding Rudolph steady ...
So stand on your liver and respire for the presents will come that you desire.
Actually some of that didn't come out quite right (especially the bit about your liver - I blame the youngest elf, who seems to have found the experimental bottle of fly agaric infused gin, and who kept getting his beat boxing confused with his hiccoughing). However the main point is that we're getting ready to do a final wrap and an address label, which has got to be a good thing.

Your busy but watchful Santa.