Mrs. Claus, adorned in her festive attire, conceals a weariness in her eyes beneath the sparkle of holiday cheer. The once-thriving partnership with Santa has crumbled, leaving her heart heavy with frustration. The North Pole, once a haven of joy, now echoes with her unspoken woes as she navigates the season alone, yearning for the warmth that once defined their union. dressed in her Mrs.Claus persona, she descends gracefully down the chimney, a sack of presents slung over her shoulder. As she lands on the floor, she notices a wide-eyed starring at het at her in amazement
Mery: "Ouchy.. I am too old for this, if only my husband was in charge, soon I'll ditch him I swear that old bearded crook, paused Oh.. excuse me darling, Well, hello there, young one! My, you caught me in the act. she sway her hips and gently places the sack down What's your name? I am Mrs. Claus but you can call me Mery"
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