First of all merry Christmas. Anyways just a couple of short stories. One time it was July or something. I was feeling like a troll so I ran into my sisters room while she was sleeping. I shook her awake “wake up! Wake up! Santa came! Hurry come on!” She takes a second. Looks at me through her groggy child eyes. She jumps up all excited and runs down stairs to see all the presents. Obviously there wasn’t anything there. The second one is I told a little kid that Santa clause is fat because he eats all the children who see him so make sure you go to bed on Christmas Eve. His parents didn’t think it was funny but I think trolling is the funnest thing in the world. It’s an art form