Santa

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The tired elf wearily slumped to the ground in defeat, he had given up all hope. The other elves, barely giving a second glance trudged around his body in two single file lines. Wrinkles and depressions in their faces, a telltale sign of anything but joy.

A whip cracked over the heads of the last five rows of elves as Santa took up the end of the droopy procession, with a mad look in his eyes.

"What's this?" his thunderous voice boomed across the open tundra.

None of the elves even turned around to look. It happened almost every day.

"Get up on your feet you miserable rat!" Santa cracked the whip again this time hitting the poor elves feet.

The elf moaned and made a half hearted attempt at getting up, but he fell back down.

"Get up!" Santa barked.

The elf tried once more but it was a more feeble attempt then the last.

Santa got down on one knee and leaned really close to the elf's face. He propped the elf up on his knee so the elf was sitting in his lap.

Santa pulled out his wallet and flipped it open. With some magic, Santa's ID turned into a picture of a female and to kids.

"See them, your family, that's who you are letting down, how could you? How could you be so cruel to some innocent kids."

Santa dumped the three foot tall elf off his lap and into the snow. He put his wallet away. He started to walk away.

"Get up if you want to live. Get up if you want to live in the spirit of Christmas. Get up if you want to live with me."

Santa turned around looking the elf square in the eye.

Very faintly over the whipping winds of the North pole, the elf spoke.

"No, I will not get up, I will never get up. The spirit of Christmas, there is no spirit anymore. At least not around here. And I will never get up up, to be with you, you are a ruined being, you are the root of evil, a heartless being, murderous and rampant to get you agenda finished, you are the thing that is wrong with this world, you are the greed, the envy, the jealousy, now standing against what you once stood for. You are the madman I will never get up for."

"I gave you the choice. Now you have made it."

Santa turned around and walked away fading into the snow storm.

"He deserved to die anyway." Santa grumbled.

With this he caught up to the line of elves and began cracking his whip once more. Santa smiled this was going to be the year of giving and receiving.