When the missile is about to strike Santa’s sleigh he opens his bag of tricks and inside it goes into an extra dimensional space. Then later he gives a nice missile, refueled and deactivated with a bow on it, to a Ukrainian artillerist who’s been good this year.
I picture battle hardened soldier sleeping, sitting down, with arms around ballistic guides surface to air missile the way a child might hug a stuffed animal.
I would honestly bet on the ancient flying wizard.
When the missile is about to strike Santa’s sleigh he opens his bag of tricks and inside it goes into an extra dimensional space. Then later he gives a nice missile, refueled and deactivated with a bow on it, to a Ukrainian artillerist who’s been good this year.
I picture battle hardened soldier sleeping, sitting down, with arms around ballistic guides surface to air missile the way a child might hug a stuffed animal.
And whoever fired the missile gets radioactive coal ash dumped all over them.