Lappish? No, my dear old poop, I'm your @#$%ing Santee, not THE Santa. I "never own anything I have to feed or paint" particularly if they have cloven feet. This ain't "Miracle on 34th st, and my name ain't Edmund, see?"

Now Metamorph into the kitchen an fix me a nice cup of bat broth, will you? It's Holloweenie.

Put on your thinking cap, Moomie, did you remember who said: "...the fish were so thick you could walk across their backs...", while shopping for some native love?

hoe, ho', @#$%ing hoe.

best regards, yer Santy.