Drew doesn't like very many things. He's 26, alone and has dedicated his life to isolating himself in a circle of hatred and self pity. But on a rainy afternoon, he sees a bit of hope for himself when he notices a crying girl on the side of the road. His first thoughts are how he'll end up having sex with the young lady, but after hearing her story, Drew realizes there may be another thing he could learn to like. This is a one shot (short story) based off of the story 'Santa's Not Fat' by Chelstopolis that I am summiting to her contest. Despite the title there will be no sexual scenes, but there is a bit of foul langage sprinkle amongst the story. Please enjoy.