J.J. held up his phone and said, “Twitter and Facebook at the same time. He must have just posted.”
“Do we even want to see this?” asked Mrs. Claus.
They all looked up at the big screen in The Boardroom while waiting for J.J. to mirror his phone onto the screen. He brought up the Twitter feed for their official account:
Feliz Navidad Hermanos @MrClaus24or25
Want to mix it up this holiday season? Just released my new line of mezcal. Smooth, smokey and with a touch of Christmas magic. Headed to stores near u my brothers and sisters.
Beneath the text was a charcoal rendering of Mr. Claus in his hat with aviator sunglasses holding up a bottle of Feliz Navidad mezcal. On the label was a stylized image of a reindeer skeleton on a black background with Christmas ornaments hanging from its antlers and a pair of aviator sunglasses.
Mrs. Claus took in a deep breath and let it out audibly. She reached down to her bag for her flask of bourbon and a new cigarette.
“What the…,” said William.
“This is not the demographic we were shooting for,” said Liz.
“No dear, it wasn’t even in the neighborhood,” said Mrs. Claus.
“This is not what I was expecting,” said William.
“Personally, I was hoping for a quiet Christmas- just this once. Maybe there would be some ruffled feathers here and there. But this,” said Mrs. Claus and took a swig from her hip flask.
“Feliz Navidad mezcal? This is taking us very far away from our core,” said William.
“At least he had his clothes on. Someone please get hold of him and find out what is going on,” said Mrs. Claus.
“You said he’s in Berkeley. Isn’t marijuana legal there?” asked J.J.
William, Liz and Mrs. Claus just shook their heads.
“Just asking,” said J.J.
