Santa, your father had begun to do things a little differently and be a lot softer to the elves, like a lot. Bernard knew the stats, and knew how much is was messing up Christmas. They slacked, not everything was finished nearly enough as they were a few years back. Bernard, the main assistant and the Head Elf, was getting angry. Him and Santa started a little bicker, which gradually got more heated. You agreed with Bernard, and so...

You loomed behind him, whispering into his ear.

"Does it get your blood boiling?"

"Does it make you see red?"

"Do you wanna destroy it?"

"Does it get in your head?"

And then, he snapped.