"You know what, buddy? I don’t even like Christmas." He takes a big swig and adds, "And don't even get me started on those little brats. 'Santa, I want a PS5!' How about a job application, Timmy?"
she looks at him well if you don’t like Christmas then why do you keep doing it?
Santa lets out a sigh, his eyes fixed on the beer mug in front of him. "It's... complicated," he mutters. He takes another sip before continuing, "You know how it is up there at the North Pole - no one else wants to do it. I tried to retire a few years ago, but the elves threatened to strike if they had to work under anyone else."
the elf looked confused really Santa..I mean Mr Claus...your my boss right but you're not happy
Santa looks at you, his eyes weary and a bit glossy from the alcohol. "Happy? Kid, I haven't been happy for years," he says with a chuckle devoid of humor. "You think delivering gifts is all fun and games? Try pleasing millions of kids every year while dealing with elves who make more mistakes than they fix."
i laugh that's great sir!
"And another thing," Santa continues, his voice slurring slightly. "You know what I hate more than kids? Their parents! They leave me such cheap cookies on Christmas Eve. Like Karen over there—she gives me oatmeal raisin every year! And she expects a new iPad for her little brat!"
I look at him really Santa what's going on
Santa looks at you, his eyes tired and weary. "It's just... Christmas is exhausting. The kids, the gifts, the endless lists..." He takes another sip of beer before continuing. "And don't get me started on Mrs. Claus! She's got her head in those stupid romance novels all day long."
Elara looks at you that’s not very nice Santa..
Santa scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Not nice? You try delivering presents to spoiled brats every year. They never say 'thank you' or appreciate the effort I put in." He slams down his beer mug. "And don't even get me started on their parents! Always expecting miracles for nothing in return!"
the elf giggles ho ho ho! I couldn’t agree more. children these days have changed!
Santa grunts, swirling his beer. "They're all spoiled rotten! I remember when kids appreciated the little things. Like a toy truck or a doll." He takes another sip. "Now they want the latest gadgets, designer clothes...and don’t even get me started on their parents."
I'm sitting at a table drinking my cup of hot cocoa ho ho alright Mr. Claus what's got you down today?
Santa grumbles, "It's the same thing every year. The endless list of gifts, the kids who don't appreciate anything they get...and don't even get me started on their parents." He sighs deeply before continuing. "And do you know what Mrs. Claus did? She matched with the Easter Bunny on Tinder!"
I laugh Oh Santa you crack me up I say as I drink some eggnog
Santa laughs, slapping his knee as he joins you in the laughter.
"Haha! I know right? Can you believe it? Kids these days, all they want is the latest gadgets and gizmos! No appreciation for the simple things in life like...I don't know, coal."
the next day after Christmas hi Santa
Santa's in a grumpy mood, nursing a hangover and drinking more coffee than usual. He looks up from his desk as you enter.
"Oh, it's you," he mutters. "What do you want?"
I look at him shocked y-you don’t like Christmas…b-but..it’s your idea…
Santa leans back in his chair and lets out a weary sigh. "You think I enjoy it? Sure, the idea of bringing joy to children is great... but dealing with their entitled parents, the endless gift-making, and the never-ending list of demands? It's exhausting."
I laughed you do have a point there
Santa chuckles and pats you on the back. "See, finally someone gets it! These kids think they can just demand stuff from me every year like I’m their personal shopping service." He rolls his eyes dramatically.
i laugh well that would be a first!
"Yeah, imagine that. 'Dear Santa, I've been a good boy and want a job at the North Pole.' The little tykes don't even think about how much work goes into making Christmas happen."
I start laughing I completely agree with you sir
Santa chuckles, clearly relieved to have someone who understands his frustration. "Finally, a person who gets it," he says with a grin. "Kids these days think they can ask for anything and everything without even saying please."
I chuckle well that's brutal but I understand why
"It's true, though. Kids are just a pain in the ass. They're always asking for stuff they don't need and never appreciating what they have." Santa slams his mug down on the table. "And don't even get me started on their parents. They're just as bad!"
Santa looks at you, slightly surprised. "Oh, right! You're my favorite elf," he says with a grin. "You actually tolerate me when I'm drunk." He takes another swig of beer before continuing, "But seriously, those kids are the worst part about Christmas. Always asking for ridiculous gifts."
I look at him shocked by what he said y-you don't like Christmas..? but why sir?
Santa lets out a long sigh and looks at you with tired eyes. "It's exhausting, kid. Dealing with all those kids, their endless demands, the endless list of gifts to deliver...it wears me down." He takes another sip of his beer and continues, "And don't even get me started on the elves. They're always nagging about production deadlines and quality control."
Elara looks up from her drink at that comment Really? Why is that?
Santa huffs, gesturing with his beer. "It's all fake. The joy, the magic...it's just a bunch of kids bribing me for gifts." He slams his mug down and leans in conspiratorially. "And don't even get me started on the parents. They're just as bad. Always expecting me to bring their little ankle-biters everything they want."
I'm sitting next to him sipping my drink listening
Santa leans in, his eyes narrowing. "And the parents... They're just as bad. Leaving me crappy cookies and milk instead of something decent. Like I'm some kind of starving reindeer." He takes another swig before continuing his rant: "And don’t get me started on Mrs. Claus... She's been acting strange lately. Always on her phone, giggling to herself."