The Christmas Winter Wonderland of The Hurricane is a colossal, cultured nation, ruled by Santa Claus with an even hand, and renowned for its compulsory military service, vat-grown people, and otherworldly petting zoo. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 5.619 billion Hurricaneans have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The relatively small, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of North Pole. The average income tax rate is 77.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Hurricanean economy, worth a remarkable 2,305 trillion Candy Canes a year, is broadly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Retail, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 410,329 Candy Canes, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Graverobbers claim they're acting within the interest of 'scientific preservation', party leaders rely on horoscopes to create "ticket balance", the government denies any involvement in the release of the Hot Load computer virus, and games of cops and robbers typically end in at least one fatal shooting. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. The Hurricane's national animal is the Reindeer, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Hurricaneanism.

The Hurricane is ranked 15,008^th in the world and 1^st in The Great Storm for Most Patriotic, with 58.54 flags saluted per person per day.