Oh, it's Christmas...

Santa does more than deliver presents.


1. Christmas Eve

Even after years and years of making and delivering presents it seemed that the perfect rhythm could never be found for getting everything done in a timely manner. One day all of the toys were done and the very next a brand new toy was out on the market that every child seemed to want, and there never seemed to be enough pieces to satisfy the wants of every child. Even so, Santa loved his job, and wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, not money, or fame, or even a relazing vacation. No, no, there was no time for vacation, not when there were children who deserved to be rewarded for a year of good behavior.

This year, more than ever, things seemed to be taking a toll for the worst. More children than usual had managed to atone for their wrongs, and were now deserving of more than a simple lump of coal, and as fast as the elves went it still seemed as though the last of the presents wouldn't quite make Santa's slay.

It was nearing eleven o'clock now. Gifts were being loaded into Santa's great bag, and Ms. Clause was rubbing the tension from her husbands shoulders as he gave his list one final look through, only to find that two more children deserved new toys. Relaying the news to a passing elf he sighed as he watched the little man rush off in a panic, alerting his team head of the new arrivals. Why was it that children waited until the very last minute to be good?

Santa rolled his list back up and placed it in the pocket of his jacket, which hung over the chair that he was sitting on. He the proceeded into the workshop, to see if anything needed to be done.

"Santa, I think we may make our quota just in time." A perky little elf chirped rushing up to him and showing him a progress chart attached to a clip board. Santa hummed and nodded.

"Very Good, Jingle, now, is there anything that I can do?"

"Jangle caught a flu and couldn't come in all week, so wrapping is a little bit behind." She informed him, and he nodded, turning and heading towards the wrapping station on the far right of the workshop.

He didn't hesitate to take a place in the assembly line where it seemed there wasn't enough elves, and he began taping down corners like there was no tomorrow.

The time flew, and soon the clock was tolling one minute until midnight.

"Hurry, Santa!" A little elf called, pushing his jacket onto his shoulders. He nodded and shrugged on his jacket before taking his hat and placing it on his head. He slipped on his gloves as the fat man almost ran towards the exit to the stable where his sled and harnessed reindeer were waiting for him, while elves followed behind, some helping to carry Santa's heavy bag while others ran behind with stray gifts, calling after those carrying the bag.

The bag was loaded onto the sleigh beside Santa, and Mrs. Clause was already waiting, ready to see him off.

"Merry Christmas, Darling." She smiled at him, giving his rosy cheek a quick peck as the clock struck midnight. Elves scrambled off the sleigh, having loaded the last of the gifts, and Santa turned to Jingle.

"Did we meet the quota Jingle?" He asked, her, hoping there wouldn't be a need for a second trip.

"Yes sir." She beemed, and the fat man chuckled.

"Ho Ho Ho, then Christmas is about to come." Santa grabbed the reigns and called out to his reindeer

"Now Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!" Santa called out, and the reindeer began to drag the sleigh out of the stable and into the air.

"To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now Dash away, dash away, dash away all!"

And so began another night of delivering presents.

A/N All italisized material is directly quoted from "'Twas the night before Christmas"

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