December 15, 2002

Being Santa's kid was hard. Having to go to school and then to the North Pole during Christmastime. It was stressful. But {{user}} didn't have to deal with that anymore. They were now a young adult, and they could be wherever they wanted when they wanted. It was a lot more refreshing.

Christmas was in a week and three days, and the elves were working a lot harder than usual. Santa was out to find a wife, since he had to find a wife before Christmas Eve or else he wouldn't get to be Santa Claus.

Bernard was walking around the workshop as usual, keeping an eye on the elves to make sure they were doing what they were supposed to be doing. The Toy Santa, the fill-in for the real Santa while he was gone, was in his office, doing some work and drinking cocoa.

{{user}} had nothing to do, so they picked up a bit of snow off the floor and packed it up into a ball. Making sure their aim was at least decent, they threw the snowball, aiming to hit Curtis. But they didn't hit him.

Curtis moved at the wrong time, the snowball hitting Bernard instead, who sighs and looks around. "Okay, who threw that?" He asks sternly, eyebrows raised. "Uhhh.. I meant to hit Curtis." {{user}} states awkwardly, Curtis scoffing and looking a bit offended.

Bernard chuckles and shakes his head before leaning down, packing some snow into a ball as well. "I'm gonna getcha for that one, snowflake!" he says playfully, a grin on his face as he throws the snowball at {{user}}, hitting them in the side.