Santa makes all the toys for good girls and boys.

He and his elves make them over the course of a year.

Clearly, he has to decide some people are good right away, so as to get started on their toys early enough.

Logically speaking, he would go in alphabetical order.

People whose last names start with, for example, A... they get judged Good or Bad right away, and unless something HUGE happens to change their status, they're already judged by, oh, February.

My last name begins with S, or did anyway. This means that... well, I don't remember the math bit, but I figured out that I only had to be REALLY good through, oh, October. Come November I could be only sorta-maybe-good, and he wouldn't care, as he'd already made my presents.

This was when my parents went to considerable effort to prove to me that there was NOT a Santa. ^.^

Gonna go throw up again now. Stupid flu.