Hey, I thought you should know, I read your letter to Santa.


You did what?


See, it's not my fault.  All email sent from the computers go to my station, so I had to read it.  You know, for security purposes.


Yeah, right.


My point is, you don't have to wait for Santa to get your present.


I don't?


I'll give you a hug, big guy.


What are you doing, McKay?


I gave you what you asked for, to be loved and accepted for who you are.


I asked for a new power cell for my blaster.


Oh, I see.  Well, um, merry Christmas anyway.


(thinking): Santa better send me a whole new blaster for having to go through that.