Mrs. Claus casts a side glance at her husband. Outside their log cabin, snowflakes drift across a blue sky while reindeer forage for lichen. “Sweetheart take a holiday this Christmas.” “You deserve one.”
Mr. Claus points to a box of children’s letters that sits on his lap. “But who will deliver the gifts to the children?”
“I know the perfect person,” she says with a twinkle in her eye. She giggles as she wraps her arms around her husband’s portly form. She kisses him on the cheek.
“Although I may have to make a few alterations to your Santa suit.”