You are racing through the sky at the speed of light, your 9 reindeer plow through the bitter cold air. You begin your descent to a home miles below because someone there made the nice list. Swinging your bundle of toys on your shoulder, you approach the fireplace. The fireplace has definitely seen better days. It’s got some cracks, it’s got some dust, and it’s pretty dated. The last time you saw a mantle with peach bricks and white wood, you gagged. It’s not that you’re a snob; you just see every fireplace in the world, so you have a refined palette. You pull your least requested toy; the Harry Potter Invisibility Cloak will do for these people. And it’s not that you’re petty. It’s that whoever owns this home had the audacity to make you crawl through that musty fireplace, and now your famous red suit has to go to the cleaners. This is the Christmas they deserve. You fly far, far away back to the North Pole, questioning if they deserve a nice list after that ghastly chimney... You may need to reevaluate your criteria.