Today at approximately 20:30 Don't Tread On Me was sighted at this very website....briefly.
This is the most recent contact anyone has had with the elusive big game hunter and mud bog driver extraordinaire since he moved his family Uber North in a futile bid to escape our hated enemy, the Sun. Yes, I know they have long nights up there buddy, but if you had asked I'm sure someone would have pointed out that they have equally long DAYS in Alaska as well.
Anyway, hope this internet message in a bottle finds you and that everything is well up in Santas Village. We're all pulling for you.
Mainly because most of us are too lazy to go up there ourselves and/or can't find Sewards Folly on a map even if we were sober enough to locate a map in the first place. So good luck with the BigFoot hunt. SORR says you should get Santas elves to join your team but I figure those lil' bastards would unionize the first chance they got.
So basically I'm saying we're all looking real hard for elf recipes to send your way...just in case.