The Swedes have the best name for Santa Claus. Ok, in some countries its Father Christmas or Jule man, as in Christmas man. The Swedes call him Tomte, which always makes me giggle because my place of work is supposed to be where he lives. Really, there is a mail station there, which must make the Swedish children sad when they find that out.

Anyway, apparently the Tomte is lost:

And fear in his eyes, oh, its pretty obvious:

I mean he did end up in Northeast DC after all. That’s pretty terrifying. No, he’s in some goblin infested forest looking not really happy. I wouldn’t be either:

But how could our Tomte get out of this situation. How? How? Oh, with his brand new Nokia phone equipped with GPS, of course:

Will our hero make it out? We don’t know, but we can only hope that he’ll be rescued and next time he’ll remember his Nokia phone with the GPS.

If he makes it out of the forest, he can wash down his hot cocoa with some scum:

Ok, this was cheap, because scum, I mean skum means foam in Swedish. Still, its kinda funny, I think.