Nice 'n Naughty Leather Party. Find someone to Beat the Elf out of you!

Every December, Santa gets fed up with the worst of his Elves. Which one are you? The Nice one? The Nice 'n Naughty one? Hell Yes! Join us for NCLP's Leather Party for the Naughty or Nice. Or both. CP Complex Club Level (2nd floor). Start your Christmas Week off with the chack of a whip! >BANG< One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip but there were problems everywhere. Four of his elves were off sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones, so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being further and further behind schedule. Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mom was coming to visit; this stressed Santa even more. So Santa struggled to get into his red suit. It was a little bit too tight since last year, and he popped the button on the pants. He breathed out a curse and cinched the belt in where it should have notched. Then he went to harness the Reindeer. The harness traces were twisted, and three of the Reindeer were about to give birth, and two were MIA; they had jumped the fence and were out at heaven knows where. More stress. Then when he went to load the sleigh, one of the boards cracked and the toy bag fell to the ground, scattering all the good boys and girls toys everywhere. So, completely frustrated, Santa stomped into the house for a cup of coffee and a shot of whiskey to relax. He went to the cupboard where his new bottle of Crown Royal was, and discovered that Mrs. Claus or the elves had hid the liquor and there was nothing to drink. In his anger and frustration, the coffeepot slipped from his fingers and crashed into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. Santa was really about to blow his top now. He went to get the broom, but found that mice had eaten the straw it was made of. Just then the doorbell rang and Santa cussed on his way to the door, kicking chairs and bags of toys and stuff out of his way. He opened the door and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas tree. The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas Santa. Isn't it just a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Isn't it just a lovely tree? Where would you like me to stick it? Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the tree.