2. All of Mikulas morning has passed, and I have the appropriate toys and candy for the good folks who live here, and Krampusz has not eaten me. Therefore I was not completely horribly bad this year.
3. I have used my powers of mind-control to convince the aforementioned good folks who live here to have pizza for dinner. (Here is how my powers of mind-control work: I say, "Hey, how about pizza?" And they say, "Yah, okay." And then we have pizza.)
4. I am being power-snuggled by a poodular unit.