hey Parson Brown, its Christmas EVE not Christmas STEVE.
By order of the Parson Proclamation, all Santas shall be joined in Holy Matrimony.
30 minutes in the cocaine fields and the reindeer are good to go all night long.
embarrassingly enough, the Decoy League of Pan-Asian Santas were all married by the Parson at some point after Thanksgiving but nobody had the heart to tell Santa.
Santas, BEARD UP AND ROLL OUT!
Go-time, ladies. I repeat: it is go-time.
It was only on their wedding night that Santa realized their interlocking birthmarks revealed The Secret History of Parson Brown.
Down to the wire and bottom of the class, but congratulations nonetheless.
Okay, okay, fine — Pere Oakenshield, NO!
Brothers! The Parsons has married a suitcase to a robot!