Santa Clause
It was a frozen quiet morning on the north pole. The birds would be chirping but it's too cold for birds on the north pole. There Santa Clause awoke, sprawled out on the bed in his plus sized pajamas and his unkempt beard. The elves were worried. Santa hasn't got out of bed since the doctor's visit, and moral was short on the elven toy making crew.
Santa loved his cookies and milk, however all of the lack of nourishment and the extreme amount of fat intake has caused his body to become strained to even passively work. His cholesterol was through the roof and he had severe cases of heart disease, and diabetes that the world has never, or never wanted, to see before.
Mrs. Clause was crying most of the day. She always said that Santa's obsession with cookies and milk would bring their marriage, and his life, to a cold end. She though about the old days, when they first met. How sweet Santa was and how passionate and young they were, but everything has never been the same once the toy factory went into business.
The amount of stress that Santa's mind has had to go through would break any of the most determined man or woman, and the work load on his fat covered heart has cause several strokes and heart attacks, most of which near fatal.
Now here he lays. I guess you could say it's Christmas magic that's been keeping him alive, or that his determination to bring children joy and wonderment. No one will ever know, not even the big man himself.
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