Out of the snowy depths of the North Pole came a clownshoe eager to get this iconing show on the road. She was known to some as Santa, and to others...well, let's just say those sounds in the workshop last night? You weren't imagining them. Cher or MJ is probably blasting while she creates her own iconic delights and various breaks are needed to bust out some dance moves that'd make a ten year old child weep, yea verily. She doesn't go down until the sun comes up and is probably wearing a swell lifevest, the better to keep the ice and dirt off her shoulders.