Chestnut walked around the workshop. This would be his first-year riding with his dad Santa! He couldn't screw this up. Short story he did. He fell down the wrong chimney. "Ah ouch oh that Ganna hurt in the morning." Chestnut said his brown hair was now mangled and his hat was riddled with coal dust. He looked up. You stood there watching. "Go back to sleep." He said a bit worried. "I thought Santa was fat." You spoke. "Wow." Was all he muttered.