They eventually reach their first destination, a house in America.
Quietly landing on the sloped roof of the small house, Santa attempted to get out of the sleigh without falling, but his huge sack put him off balance and he slid down the roof and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Shit," He mutters underneath his breath. He stands back up and looks up at the roof. All of the reindeers stare back at him with perplexed expressions (well, as perplexed as a reindeer can make itself look), making Santa laugh quietly to himself. He stood back up and winced at the pain in his ass.
He walked up to the house and saw that it had no chimney, so he picked the lock and walked straight through the front door, hoping that nobody would wake up. The amount of things he signed last year was unbelievable.
Once inside, he tiptoes stealthily through the the kitchen, into the living room, where a glorious Christmas tree stood proudly in the middle of the room. For a few seconds, Santa stares at the tree, admiring all of the decorations. The first Christmas tree always manages catch him off guard.
He breaks himself out of the trance and gets to work, setting his sack on the floor and pulls the first five presents out of it. He clumsily places the gifts around the beautiful Christmas tree. Once finished, he glances around the room and spots them. The milk and cookies. He quietly grabs the glass of milk, sneaks into the kitchen and pours it down the sink. He walks back to the coffee table and sets the cup back down, then picks up the chocolate chip cookies with his red gloved hand, opens the window next to the fridge and throws it out.
Being a vegan Santa Clause is hard.
He walks back to the front door and slips out, back into the cold night. The reindeers must have realised that he could not get back up on the roof, so they were waiting impatiently for him on the ground.
Father Christmas puts the sack back into its place on the sleigh and sits back down, and they set off yet again. Flying around the entire planet, country after country through the magic of Christmas, Santa gives the children the gifts they have been looking forward to all year.
Finally, they reach their last destination.
The reindeers land on the cold, hard ground of Transylvania, and Santa eagerly hops off the sleigh, excited that this year's Christmas is almost finished.
He half-jogs to each of the houses, picking locks, getting stuck in chimneys, occasionally having to smash a window or two, and then quickly putting the gifts underneath the family's Christmas trees.
Finally, he only has four more houses to visit and then he's done for the year.
Santa half-jogs to the next house, a large, old two story building, ignoring the painful cramp in his big, wobbling belly.
He is very grateful that a ladder was conveniently placed against the chimney, or else he would have had to order the reindeers to fly him up onto the roof, or just pick a lock. Climbing down chimneys was a lot more fun.
Father Christmas slowly climbs up the wooden ladder. He eventually reaches the top of the ladder and sits down at the top of the ladder for a few minutes, enjoying every bite from his avocado and onion sandwich. Once he finishes eating, he throws the glad wrap off the roof, not caring one bit about the environment, and begins his journey down the chimney.
He somehow manages to squeeze himself down the narrow chimney, finding a strange kind of pleasure from barely being able to breathe due to all of the ash. What can he say, Santa likes it kinky. He almost trips over when his feet touch the logs at the bottom. He gets out of the chimney and stares at the room in front of him.
There was no Christmas tree, no Christmas lights, no Christmas decorations whatsoever.
Santa sighs. He feels disgusted at the lack of Christmas joy surrounding him.
He clumsily drops the sack from his shoulder and ponders the question of whether or not he should just skip the house, but puts the presents in the middle of the room anyway.
Halfway through placing a gift on the floor, he instantly freezes when he hears a loud crash coming from upstairs. He drops the present and sprints to the chimney.
Father Christmas is about to climb up the chimney, when a cold pair of hands stop him from doing so.
"Well, well, well, look who we have here," A sneering voice says from behind him.
