The joy of Christmas, take 4: Scared for Santa

Continued from Christmas last year...

Well, if I were Santa, I'd be scared too if this guy sat on my lap:

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You didn't think Christmas could pass without our old friend making an appearance, did you? Yes, our blog mascot can be a bit scary at times to those who have not met him before, but as you can see he's really into the Christmas spirit:

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Here's hoping you and yours have a Merry Christmas. From EneMan.

Just be glad our other blog mascot hasn't been particularly active in 2008.

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