Following a long winter’s nap with visions of sugar plums dancing through his head, l’il Brock Lesnar awoke early Christmas morning giddy with excitement to open the presents Santa Claus had left under the tree.
Clad in a flannel Star Wars-themed onesie, the reigning Beast Incarnate sprang out of bed and dashed downstairs, where he was amazed to discover that the milk and cookies he left on the mantle for Santa had been consumed.
Lesnar could barely contain his excitement as he tore into the gifts, desperately hoping that Santa (whom he met a week prior at the Minneapolis Galleria Mall) had remembered to bring a Zoomer Dino, a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Sewer Lair set, and a John Cena Power Slammer Action Figure.
Christmas is always an exciting time around the Lesnar household; Brock’s father, Paul Heyman, reads stories by the fireside while a turkey cooks in the kitchen under the watchful eye of Brock’s mother, Sable.
Brock declared it the “best Christmas ever,” and expressed his unfettered joy by emitting his trademark pterodactyl shriek.