Santa Claus

[North Pole]

The one peculiarly cold, shockingly white, and captivating and majestic iceberg stood magnificently among many icebergs. But above the icy surface is just the tip of the iceberg. A grand secret hides beneath this tip.

An ancient and magical castle spreads in the vast area of the sea. The pointy roofs reach the water's surface. The floor reaches the seafloor. It will be an underestimation to call it a magnificent piece of architecture and art.

Beyond the high and well-fortified wall around the castle lies the tallest front door. A highly sophisticated mechanism comes into work while opening or closing the door.

Many Towers projected from the walls housing guards inside it. Each Tower had ballistas, and the guards carried crossbows.

The guards were Elves. Yes, the same ones from stories and books: depicted as green-or red-clad, with large, pointy ears and wearing pointy hats. They were the trusty helpers of Santa Claus. But not every word from those books could be right.

The elves boosted height ranging from 1m to 2m. And a very sturdy body. Instead of the patrolling unit, the group of elves looked more like a convention of bodybuilders.

As for the female elves, let your imagination run wild as much as possible.

Among the countless rooms inside the castle, this particular room was different. A white door, bells hanging, stripes of light covering the border of the door, and a notice saying, 'Ho...Ho...Ho...'

Inside the room, a person donned in a red coat with white fur collar and cuffs, white-fur-cuffed red trousers, red hat with white fur, and black leather belt and boots was marking some symbols in a paper.

This person was none other than Santa Claus. *Clap**clap**clap*

Amidst the marking, he reached with his hand towards his white beard and grabbed. With a jerk, he pulled out the beard entirely. Putting the beard on the desk, he scratched his cheek and chin. His face filled with exhilaration with each scratch.

*Knock**Knock*

Santa's body shook. He looked towards the door with wide eyes. Immediately, he reached out to grab his beard, but it was too late.

*The door opens* A female with a pointy ear entered the room. Her deep-set blue glanced at Santa's hand reaching out for beard and finally landed on his face. Her straight thin lips opened to call out, "Mr. Santa Claus, if you violate the dress code during office hours, it will project a bad impression towards the employee?"

"Shion, I am allowed to take some break now and then. Am I wrong?" Santa wasn't going to let his assistant bully him in his own office.

*Tak**tak**tak*Shion walked towards the desk moving her perfect hourglass body supported by long and deceptively delicate legs. Shion didn't stay on the same topic seeing there was no comeback for her.

"Please review this list of wishes from children one more time. Also, Mr. Bunny will be accompanying you during the gift distribution." handing a document, Shion broke out another information.

"WHAT? That damn rabbit will follow me." "NO WAY. I will rather take Jimmy with me. I cannot bear that rabbit ranting..." Santa was ready to slam his fist on the desk but stopped himself.

Shion blue eyes were gazing on his own, her lips forming an adorable smile. Her face even looked nobler than the goddess of beauty. But a clenched fist of her told a different story.

"I guess I can take him this one time," Santa said, looking through the documents. He mumbled, 'Damn Vixen, let this festival end. And I will show you...'

"Did you say something, Mr. Santa?" Shion squinted her eyes.

"No, nothing... Why don't you send notice to Mr. Bunny arrive on time? *Picks us a paper he was marking from the desk and handed to her* Take care of this as well." Santa immersed himself in the document again.

Shion glanced at the paper, her eyes focused on the items mentioned on the list.

"Excalibur... Blue Dragon egg. Flying carpet. Magic Broom..." Shion called out more than dozen of names and stopped. "May I ask, why are these items being ordered. I don't recall any hero or saviors being born from decades." Shion shot a soul-piercing gaze towards Santa.

Santa looked up to face Shion's gaze *a half-smile and scratching his cheek*, "You know-how are the kids nowadays, wishing for unreasonable things."

"So this is UNREASONABLE..." Shion slammed the paper on the desk.

"No. No... Those are the wishes of a few old mans. The wishes of the kids are beyond unreasonable." Santa pulled a desk drawer and grabbed a thick document. He put it forward towards Shion, "Take a look at the top ones."

Shion turned to the first page of the document.

"Dear Santa, ... the future of humanity lies on outer space... nuke the Mars.."

"Dear Santa,..... my wish for the advanced and technological future... walking and talking robots identical to humans..."

"Dear Santa, ... Students are the pillar of future... free education..."

"Dear Santa, ... Remove the capitalism... "

"Dear Santa, ... More employment opportunities..."

"Dear Santa, ... Can you make people more intelligent?"

Shion's eyes widened with every page turned. Taking a long breath, she exclaimed, "Indeed, these are beyond unreasonable. They mistake us for some make a wish falling star."

*Shion sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose* I will take care of the list. I will leave the rest to you." Shion made a quick exit from the room.

Santa stared at the closed door. He had a feeling this Christmas was going to be hectic. 'I need to prepare in advance...'

Santa reached to grab the landline phone lying on his desk. Positioning the receiver in the ear, he played with his pen contemplating whether he should make the call or not.

*sigh* "That guy is the most experienced in this sort of matter. I have no other choice."

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The call connected.

"Wat's up.. Ti's yo'r guy Jimmy, Wat you needin... Say somethin... open yor hoole... make som noisee... you deaf." A loud, crisp, and high-pitched voice attacked his eardrums. Santa pulled the receiver away from his ear and waited.

"Get the fuck to my office... NOW." Santa bellowed. *Clank*

Roughly about fifteen meters later.

*tang* *Tang* *Tang* Sound came from the window in Santa's office. Although his room was in the middle of the castle, there was still a functioning window. Although the window leads to another room, it was still a window. Santa personally destroyed the wall on two sides of the office to install the windows. Let's not dive too deep into the specific reasons for now.

The sound was coming from the window connecting to the lobby of the reception room.

Santa moved to the window and opened it.

A parrot flew in, landing on the desk. Its lower body was green, but its head was blue.

*Santa Face-palming sound* "Jimmy, what the fuck did you do to your head?"

"Yo... Old man... This is the new fashion. It's called hair coloring. Wat you cal me foo? I got no time man. Make it fast." Jimmy blurted waving his feathers.

Santa closed up on Jimmy one step at a time. He checked up on him from top to bottom.

Santa grabbed Jimmy by his body. *Cough**Cough**lemme go*I'm gonna kill you**Cough* Jimmy's head was right in front of Santa narrowed eyes.

"Jimmy, If you utter another word in such a way again, I don't mind roasting parrot instead of turkey for Christmas."