We magical, flying reindeer are not a difficult breed to please. We like winter climes, homes with strong roofs, and the occasional Jamaican beef patty to nosh on. As such, we’ve always been big fans of Toronto. It’s one of our favourite stopovers on Christmas Eve. It’s a nice, relaxing breather before we have to start dodging those surface-to-air missiles that plague us over much of the American Midwest. But recently we’ve noticed a change. I think you know what I am talking about. Toronto is being overtaken by condos.