The SpatulaGoddess (long may she exude ginormous quantities of hawtness) linked the other day to this report out of Sweden – which, incidentally, owes the Realm™ the first- and second-string of their Bikini Team™, I’ll have you know (grin) – about how Santa can only spend about 35 microseconds at each household if he’s to cover the entire world on Christmas Eve night/Christmas Day.
Beff, Beff, Beff.
Fortunately, the Realm™ already has it covered.  Prior to wrecking Pegasus  on that cosmic filament, we contracted with a Ferengi merchant vessel to…well…
LSIK&T (to intercom):  Engineering.  McCool!
OZY MCCOOL (on intercom):  McCool here, Admiral.
LSIK&T:  Status of the Scalosian water, Lieutenant?
OZY MCCOOL:  Fully intact and undisturbed, m’Lord.  You were wise to encase it in…what did you call that substance again, sir?
LSIK&T:  It’s called “copper”, Engineer.
OZY MCCOOL:  Ah.  Of course, sir.  Very ingenious metal, that.
LSIK&T:  That’s your problem, McCool.  You were brought up in a world of transparent aluminun and never learned about the ancient metals.
OZY MCCOOL:  Yes, sir.  Sorry, sir.
LSIK&T:  Never mind.  Thank you, Engineer.
You guys can relax.  I think  Santa will be able to make the rounds… 
[Scene:  aboard Pegasus, hours after the ship hit a cosmic string element deep in Realm™ territory.  Chaos still reigns aboardship, with system restoration battling with general cleanup over which gets priority.  In Engineering, Korrioth, His Rudeness’ Klingon-Vulcan hybrid exec, consults with chief engineer Ozymandias McCool in an ongoing (and highly frustrating – Kor has already knocked Ozy into the bulkhead about four times) attempt to recreate the warp-core intermix formula.
On the bridge, Lord Spatula I, King & Tyrant, with the help of K’hadibak’h, his Klingon tactical officer, has finally managed to clear the debris from the communications station to reach T-Bone McManx.  McManx is unconscious and seriously hurt, suffering several lacerations and a couple of deep gashes.]
K’HADIBAK’H:  It may not be safe to move him, Admiral.
LSIK&T:  No choice, K’ha.  Get him down to Sickbay immediately.
K’HADIBAK’H:  Have we even heard  from Dr. Packard yet?
LSIK&T:  Even if the comms weren’t  down, I imagine he’s got his hands full and then some.  Now move.
K’HADIBAK’H:  Aye, Admiral.
Denizens, I’m almost ready to resume normal…
K’HADIBAK’H: 
LSIK&T:  Off with you, dammit!!!
K’HADIBAK’H:  (grunt)
…uh, as-normal-as-possible posting.  First post out of the box will probably be a PFW catch-up post, then we’ll start looking at the Presidential race a bit.
Stay tuned.