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Just sent to Elsa:

Speaking of bloody things, last year JM and I were driving down the street when he pointed across the road and said, "Bloody Santa." I began looking for a blood drenched fat man in red and white costume. I was disappointed to see only bored Santa with a sandwich board proclaiming massive discounts on waterbeds. Oh, Titus.

Seems we've been in Australia long enough for the vernacular to seep in.