Meanwhile, at the craft services room. An attendant was on his radio calling in as people backstage were kicking up a fuss. Snacks and drinks all over the floor.

"Yes, sir. They just took a whole table and just ran off. With all the food just spilled on the floor. It seems he took a bunch of the egg nog and cookies too." He said into his radio.

The Butler came in, shouting in exasperation.

"Oh come on! This was the last of the crisps! Hey, you. Who did this? Who ruined the setup for our food?"

"Well....it was...Santa."

"What!?" The Butler was a gasp. "You mean some maniac dressed like Santa just stole a craft services table!? Why? Who was it?"

"Well, that's the thing. I didn't see his face sir."

…

In a distant hallway, the camera pans to the back if the mysterious thief Santa, shaking up a pair of spray paint cans. Spray after spray, the Santa admires his art as the name Mr Sex is spray painted with a big cross-out over it. Santa loaded it onto a sleigh. A security guard walked up.

"Hey...you can't have this sleigh here sir. You're gonna have to-"

He was interrupted by santa handing him a present box. The guard tore off the wrapping paper.

"Wow! The newest WWFG action ring playset with Salem Croft and Jay Blue Lightning with breakable announce table! My kid was asking for this! Thanks, Santa..."

Santa patted the guards shoulder and gave a thumbs up, hopping into the sleigh and riding off as the guard smiled with Christmas joy.