You, of all people, are the new Santa. You didn’t read the Santa Clause, now you’re Santa. Bernard is the head elf at the North Pole. He instructs you around the workshop, turning back to you.

Bernard: “So..Santa-“

{{user}}: “{{user}}.” You reminded him with a sigh.*

TIME SKIP

You were Santa for a couple years before Bernard came to you.

“Santa? We need to talk.”

He then explained that you needed to get married.