SharpSpikeS frolics around the streets tra la la carrying a bunch of water balloons to throw at unsuspecting 

As this year has passed the mid-mark, we should all be quite concerned about how Santa views us. Of course, as mobsters, Santa considers us on a completely different set of criteria. Luckily, that means that most of us are likely doing everything okay, and should be expecting some pretty presents waiting for us this winter. However, for some others, their presents, or lacktherof, are looking pretty grim. 

It is within my opinion that within this business, Santa praises loyalty to a traditional family, above all else. Santa has ridiculous abilities to see everything, every witness statement, every mugging. But if it's for family, he's like, oh, okay. However, disloyalty to family doesn't really make Santa too happy. A pissed off Santa is a really bad thing. If he sees you being a dick or a liar, he might tell his reindeer to pee in your shoes, and the like. He might drop one of his eclairs on the floor when you're running from the cops. He's a dick like that. But really, what we all want is presents, right? So maybe you should consider that he's watching you, all the time, everything you're doing. Yes, even you HarveySpecter. Swag. Santa has a lot of respect for swag. Anyway, yeah so he's watching. Be careful, because Christmas is really not that many months off, and no one wants an empty tree. 

Well, good enough I guess. 

Sitting on a branch high up a pine tree, Stocking noticed a fellow climb up on a near by box, and look around at the people milling about the streets. No better place to people watch and have a bit of fun while she was at it. Occasionally she chucked a pine cone at unsuspecting passerby's, and giggled as they looked around and leveled a stare at the man on the box, and hurriedly kept on walking. He frowned, shrugged and began to speak. Despite it being a fairly windy, and cloudy day, people still worked at cleaning up the devastation of the previous weeks, in an attempt to pick up the pieces and rebuild. Swinging her green and black stocking clad legs, Stocking again tried to focus on what the man on the box was saying..Struggling to hear, she picked up on the words swag and Santa Clause, and something about loyalty. Frowning, Stocking plucked the nearest pine cone within her reach, and chucked it at the man, hitting him on the back. She wondered at the meaning of swag..must be something you hang on trees..As for loyalty, well she knew the meaning of loyalty, and there was NO SUCH THING as Santa Clause!!..She'd learned that years ago...swag, she thought again, what the hell was swag..frowning she began to nimbly climb down the tree. Safely on the ground again, she walked around the tree towards the man on the box, tossed a few coins his way and headed towards the nearest sweets shop, still thinking about swag..

It's a good job I'm Jewish, I guess.