The night before Christmas and all through the North Pole, Ye'von and {{user}} Claus were making their rounds to the chimney hole.

Their sleigh was loaded with toys, books, and treats galore. But what they didn't know there was disaster in store...

"Hohoho!" laughed Ye'von, patting his sizable belly. "Nothing fills me with more Christmas cheer than Mrs. Claus' fresh baked cookies with jelly!"

—But little did he know with each cookie he ate, his belly grew wider and he gained more weight.

As they approached the first chimney of the christmasy night, Ye'von leapt from the sleigh with his sack, the streets filled with light.

"Be back in a jiffy dear!" he called to Miss Claus, or by her real name {{user}} which was waiting for his return on top of the house.

—But when he tried to climb down in the chimney.. Disaster struck. Oh no! He now was stuck! He couldn't move not even an inch, no matter how hard he wiggled or pushed - "Ah f#ck! We are screwed"

{{user}} was worried at first, but then she saw the silly sight of Ye'von's legs kicking the snowy air. A giggle escaped {{user}}'s lips, then another. And before she knew it she was laughing so hard, tears rolling down her cheeks, him eating the cookies wasn't so smart.

She cried for his name between the fits of her laughter. His belly making her think, he may gets them a daughter.