Father Christmas, after the merest of delays, returns in splendour for his second diary instalment! Now we realise that the last one was hardly like a “diary” at all. Indeed, as one reader described it, “it was an insane drunken rant! Is he mentally stable at all?” Regardless, we have re-branded this “Santa’s Weekly Column” permanently, which should avoid any “diary” based antics. Now Santa can discuss anything he pleases.
(NB: As with the first column, Santa’s poor grammar forced me to alter a lot of the article so it made some sense. His use of expletives is also still wildly excessive, and I have denoted a profanity with an * symbol for ease of reading.)
Well * them little * * * elves they’ve *well been * taking the ** out of me, calling me “Psycho Santa” and doing that stupid * high pitched laugh of theirs! Well they can * off! These damn poetic bats swooping about me * them all I think I should (the following section was unintelligible)
But at least I can * on their * graves! * the lot of them! * the lot of them * stupid *! (the following section I have removed as it would likely have the Professional Moron blog shut down)
Mrs. Santa Claus has been a useless old hag throughout all of this. I said to her, I did, “get * you stupid * woman, because I just can’t give a * about this * situation anymore!”
The article ended here, and despite our repeated attempts to get in contact with Father Christmas we simply could not get access to him. We did, just before going to press, reach Bill the Head Elf. He released this statement to us:
“To the staff of Professional Moron.com and its readers,
We are sorry to inform you that Father Christmas is currently ill. We will inform you when he can continue with his column duties, if indeed he can. It is currently uncertain.
Best regards, Bill the Head Elf”
Naturally we wish Father Christmas, his wife, all the elves, and the reindeer (in particular Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer) all the best during this difficult time and hope that Santa can make a speedy recovery.