The set up: Santa arrives home after a long night delivering presents.
“I’m getting too old for this, Mary,” the portly man said as he pulled off his boots.
The kindly woman smiled and continued to knit as her husband collapsed into his favorite chair. “Nonsense, you don’t act a day over five-hundred!”
“My bones say otherwise.”
“It’s always been a long, hard day for you, Kristofer, even when you were young.”
“I know, I know. But even creatures of magic don’t live forever. I’m afraid I’m hastening my end with the extra work year after year.” The old man sighed. “Maybe I should use the machine. It doubled the elf population in ten minutes and productivity went through the roof!”
The old woman raised her brows, still knitting, “Yes, but when you tried it on the reindeer, three Rudolphs and two Blitzens exploded.”
“That’s true. Timmins thinks he fixed the problem, though.”
“Still, Kristofer, you don’t know what it might do, especially with your magic.”
“Hmm. Fine, I’ll ask Timmins to do more research but don’t you think the world would be better off with more Santa Clauses?”
Mary reached and patted her husband’s knee. “I’m happy with the one I’ve got.”
A mug of hot cocoa sat on the end table. Kristofer smiled and laughed his famous belly laugh as he lifted the cup to his lips. “Thank you, dear. You’re always so good to me.”
“Oh, the other Mary made that. She’s working on your laundry as we speak.”