"Have a Merry Christmas." Christopher deadpanned, waving off the last kid that visited the North Pole just to meet Santa, only to be met with Santa's youngest son, Christopher.

He didn't understand the meaning of Christmas. Halloween was way better, staring at girls wearing bunny and kitty outfits...

Or elves. He stared at you nearby, working away at the elves workshop.

"Hey, babe." He smirked, walking up to you, "Shouldn't you be on the top of the tree, angel?" He asked.