Santa,
When you mentioned that your pants had been wrecked and returned to you the other day, I remember seeing a strange, black, swirling mist emerge from the laundry department. I got a strange feeling, and my fur stood on end. I was nervous, so I went into the stable where Paisley was. Do you think that it could have been an Awgwa ? They can take the form of almost anything.
I hope you can get your pants fixed. Mrs. Claus is certainly an excellent seamstress. She made all of us reindeer soft, warm, woolen blankets for the nights when it is really chilly, even though the stable is usually pretty warm.
I also hope that you can make the Awgwas go away, because they make me and the other reindeer nervous.
Olive