I love that in my life I have some very strange people. Last night at our church small group a request was shouted from a conversation that I wasn't a part of: "Sarah! You should draw Waffleclaus!" Instead of finding out what the first part of that conversation entailed, I immediately started brainstorming with the others about Waffleclaus and his various accoutrements.
I never did find out what they were talking about.
Anyway, Waffleclaus! His sleigh? A waffle iron with bacon runners. His reindeer? Eggs! And his lovely and devoted wife, Mrs. Butterworth is there to see him off on his journey. (He used to date Aunt Jemima but they broke up in college. It was ugly and he doesn't like to discuss it.)