Somewhere about a 1,000 miles north of me, little blokes in daft green & red suits are piling gifts into the Quantum Sled. In the upstairs office, a bigger bloke (who bears some slight resemblance to yours truly) in a red suit designed by a Coca-Cola ad man some eighty years ago is sliding a bottle of Bailey's into an outside pocket and practicing his "ho-ho-ho".
Soon, the warp drives will begin to hum and emit a faint blue glow as Santa punches in the co-ordinates for you and you and you and - with a bit of luck - me too.
The northern sky will flash as the Merry Dancers get underway and the warp engines turn green through the red of the sled's shiny new paint job - and he's away. If you should see him out of the corner of your eye, don't speak, you'll only delay him & he's a lot to do tonight.
Whoever you are, wherever you live the old boy will have you in his sights and I hope he brings you not only your heart's desire, but a big, fat share of happiness and fulfillment.
May your God go with you.
With my kindest thoughts and good wishes -