[People always complain about being Santa Claus, but no one thinks of the poor little workers that must cater to his every request. Ales' hat is wilting from the hours of rushing to attend kids twice his size and inwardly screaming at impatient parents.
The cookies are a godsend.]
Five minutes wait to see Santa--ah, Lydia! Did you make those yourself? [His tired eyes perk up, and that fake strained smile is starting to look more natural]
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The cookies are a godsend.]
Five minutes wait to see Santa--ah, Lydia! Did you make those yourself? [His tired eyes perk up, and that fake strained smile is starting to look more natural]