O, Pretty, Patient, Properly Popular Polar-Presented Possibly-Flammable Pussycat,

   It took some time, I hope not too much time, but the elves finally got their hindquarters back to headquarters. They're all present and accounted for, and all presents are accounted for, so you will be passed a present in the near future. It's loading time, and there will be a whole slew of selected stocking stuffers being stuck, stacked and slid slowly and solidly into the sleigh.

Until then, Your official Christmas Mantra is to repeat the previous sentence over and over real fast ten times in succession to help your stocking (maybe even overstocking?) booty safely soar skyward and Southward sooner.