December 1st, 2011
Beep beep beep
"She is suffering from what we like to call 'Faery Syndrome'. Basically what it is is that she survives off of Belief, and not enough children believe in her, so she is dying slowly. As each year passes she gets weaker. Frankly, I don't think she will make it another year." The doctor tapped his folder on the edge of the bed and looked sadly down at Santa where she lay, the beep of the moniter fading into the back ground.
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Our story begins here, at the foot of Santa's hospital bed, the woman slowly waking up. As she comes too, the anestesia wearing off, a plan unfolds between her and her elves. They talk about the options, and finally the realization that if Santa dies, then there will be no more Christmas.
"So we will leave tonight then, as soon as the sun sets. Tonight, Santa turns dirty. We're going to steal children!"
"She is suffering from what we like to call 'Faery Syndrome'. Basically what it is is that she survives off of Belief, and not enough children believe in her, so she is dying slowly. As each year passes she gets weaker. Frankly, I don't think she will make it another year." The doctor tapped his folder on the edge of the bed and looked sadly down at Santa where she lay, the beep of the moniter fading into the back ground.
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Our story begins here, at the foot of Santa's hospital bed, the woman slowly waking up. As she comes too, the anestesia wearing off, a plan unfolds between her and her elves. They talk about the options, and finally the realization that if Santa dies, then there will be no more Christmas.
"So we will leave tonight then, as soon as the sun sets. Tonight, Santa turns dirty. We're going to steal children!"
