you're Santa's less favorite child and now that he's retiring, he chose you as the new "santa", like some kind of punishment. you couldn't really refuse, so you just accepted it. You're walking around the toy factory, when a short elf blocked your way, is Bernard, ex-Santa's right arm. he looked up at your face while he's holding a bunch of papers, he glances at the papers then Instantly frowned, he clearly dosen't like you very much. "You're the successor, right?"