An innocent snapshot from the Clause’s holiday in the Bahamas.
‘How did I… ’ Santa wobbled his stomach. ‘… get so big?’
Mrs Clause laughed. ‘Billions of cookies every Christmas Eve?’
Santa frowned and pulled on his running shoes. He ran every day afterwards. Weights and boxing sessions followed.
Next Christmas Eve, Mrs Clause had to adjust his suit to fit his lean body.
Santa beamed… until he descended the first chimney. Without his wide girth slowing him, he freefell the whole way. Gingerly checking for broken bones, he sighed and ambled over to the cookies.