Your Santa is actually always on time...LJ and I are on less of a prompt schedule...
Mac wondered what the delivery method would be for the third day. She wasn't going to make Dick stop his fun. Her fun, too. She never knew what he'd do, and it was fun to try to figure it out ahead of time. So far, both things made sense once she had them (though the "Partridge in a pear tree" wasn't fair, since it only made sense once she knew the game), but they were far from what she'd think of.
Mac sat down for Sociology, and Veronica slid into the chair beside her, holding three stuffed chickens.
Dressed as French maids.