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.
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.