Our Rabbi visiting das Christkind

Our Rabbi visited a Christkindlmarkt in Alaska. I never knew there were any there. Christkindl became Chris Kringle here in the United States somehow. You figure. From a child to a man just by crossing the ocean. Must have been a loooong sea voyage. My presents also come from the Christkind. I already got one present. A gourmet type of Italian sausage. Supposedly. I wrote the Christkind over the Internet. The Christkind still wanted my credit card. The sausage came to the front door. I tried a small piece. Not what I expected. How does one arrange for a sausage exchange for a sausage that has already a piece missing? I don't think the Christkind exchanges sausages. I think the Christkind has some prophetic Christmas wisdom for me: "Learn your lesson!"