
Dear Santa,
Hi, it's me, Barack Obama. The President. Well, not your president. The United States has very little claim on the territories around the North Pole, but our intel satellites indicate that you have been hard at work constructing toys and performing test launches for your latest model of sleigh. Don't worry, the only reason we had our CIA eyes on you is because it turns out that reindeer emissions are chemically indistinguishable from the industrial byproducts of the uranium enrichment process. Our boys have you in the clear and I want to assure you that the killing of the elf known as Twinkle Blinkins has nothing to do with any of our surveillance. We aren't ready to point fingers just yet, but our sources say it was either the result of an over-zealous Russian oil expedition or possibly some drunk hunters from Norway that got their hands on old Soviet munitions. Anyway, I think you'd agree that I've been a very good boy this year (Nobel Peace Prize and everything), so I thought I'd take this opportunity to send you my wish list for Christmas 2009.
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