It’s that time again, when families all over the world hang shiny things from trees, light candles, fast, and go see the new Star Wars movie. A time for caring, sharing, daring to dream of a better tomorrow. A time for gazing at the dawning of a New Year and hoping for all the good that may come your way. That’s right, it’s time for…
If this is your first ULTRACHRISTMAS celebration, welcome! Come, get drunk in the street with Red King and Kanegon, then be disappointed at the terrible snowman that Garamon has made.
Maybe you’d like to do some last minute shopping? Uh oh, looks like Baltan’s been putting it off too. Hoping those flowers make up for it, eh Baltan?
Who’s that crossing the street? Why its Zetton, and he’s got some….skis? Maybe a bassoon? No one knows what Zetton’s up to. It’s probably better that way.
Hey Dada, what’s wrong? I assume by your body language that your sad but your horrible abstract-60’- art-face betrays no emotion.
Oh! Look up there everyone! No, not the six-year-old serenading us with Wham!’s magnum opus “Last Christmas”. In the sky! Its Ultraclaus!
This honestly answers a lot of question about the Santa mythos. How can he visit all the world’s children in one night? Because he’s an alien made entirely of laser beams. Better be good, or else you’ll get a great big lump of chokehold in your stocking.
Every other day of the year, monsters come to earth to conquer/destroy it, only for an Ultra to piledrive them through a building and blast them into space with a hefty dose of Specium Ray. Its nice that for one night, everyone can just kind of exist next to each other. Until next week. Next week, those guys can go hang.
Merry ULTRACHRISTMAS everyone, see ya'll next year.