They met on a sunny day in West Africa, in a hot spring – no, a cold spring. It was like love at first sight.
The hat flipped its pompom in a seductive manner. His mouth full of drool, Cofagrigus just stared at the attractive, yet shy, red, hot, and steamy, Santa hat. Then he grabbed the fur of the hat and made his weird running motion towards the sun, and died.
Have a crappy Christmas, everyone!
And a lousy New Year!
Love: CaptainCheesy :~)