Christmas Story

Everything at the North Pole was especially hectic this year. All the elves were busy making toys, and they were making mighty fine progress, I might add. My wife, Mrs. Claus, was busy knitting me my warm clothes. And I, of course, was eating… only to find out that there wasn’t a single cookie left in this house to eat. The flying reindeer were all sick, except Blitson. So that meant that I was going to have to fly in my electric sleigh, or I was going to have to drive the Claus mobile. Because there were only 3 more days till Christmas Eve, the elves didn’t have enough time to make all the toys.

I decided to get away from it all. So, after a long time of hard thinking I decided to take Blitson with me to Hawaii. You know, to give us both a little break. When we were we swam, tanned, slept, and we ate.

The elves knew something had to be done. They decided to try and get him back. So they tracked down the reindeer with the Reindeer Tracker 3000. Once they found me they sent my wife to come and get. When she got there she tried to talk me into going back home. I refused to go and I was mad. I mean I felt so relaxed. Then she told me that Rudolph had died. So I went home. Later I found out that it was just a lie; was so mad.

Actually, I was kind of glad to be home. To get ready for the trip I helped finish knitting my clothes. Then I helped the elves finish pack the toys, which they had some how finished. Next, I helped prepare the Claus Mobile. While I was out delivering gifts some kid captured me. Eventually he let me go, but I had to bribe him with a Gamecube. It was so funny you should have seen his face when he figured out it was fake (What you thought I’d give him a real one.)