eBay Kidnaps St. Nick. Does this Mean We Have to Bid for Presents?

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Okay, this is only slightly horrifying. Watch your friends at eBay kidnap Santa.

This was part of an unbranded guerrilla campaign that went live last week.

The kidnapper’s manifesto is stated at Santa Kidnap. Naturally, it’s all in our best interest. (Kind of like Abu Ghraib?)

Credits: Total for digital and media work; Tequila for creative (man, we don’t like most things they do, do we?); and LAVA comm for seeding.

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