Disclaimer: Don't own the Santa clause never will, it's not real, all of this is just a figment of my imagination!
Prelude:
Nine year old Sarah trailed behind Bernard as he walked up to meet the new Santa.
"Do you always have to do that?" Bernard asked pestered by this shadow he'd been trying to shake.
"No" Sarah replied. "But I'm going to do it anyway."
These two never got along, and it seemed never will, but the truth was they loved each other and would die if one were to go away. Bernard had found her, she was human, it had been two years ago, she had been abandoned on Christmas Eve in a cold shack in Finland, and Bernard had found her while making his rounds around the world, just to keep things in check. He brought her back to the North Pole and ever since they had been inseparable. They had started fighting sense the day after she arrived, but still she seldom trusted anyone but Bernard.
Another year would go by, and Sarah started to show signs of elfishness, one day she ran in to Bernard's room at midnight just to show him that she could tie her shoes with magic. This started another fight because Bernard hardly felt this a reason to wake him up and then they both fell asleep on Bernard's bed, while Bernard held her to keep her warm like a little sister.
It was also the time Sarah started to show a growing appetite to be mischievous and quite frankly a 10 year old. It was then that Scott Calvin called her into his office.
"Yes Santa" Sarah asked nervously, she hoped he hadn't found out about accidentally letting out the reindeer.
"Sarah, it's come to my attention that you've been causing some trouble, which is understandable after all you are a ten year old child. So I've discussed it over with my ex-wife and we've seen fit to send you there, where you can go to public schools and lead a normal girl's life."
"Really? erm ok I guess that would be fun…"
"And of course you can come back and see Bernard on the weekends as long as you're a good girl and keep your grades up"
Sarah's face lit up. "OK! When do I go?"
"As soon as possible."
Sarah cried when she had to let Bernard go, and even made him spend the night at her new house with her, but Bernard still feared what he thought the inevitable. That one day she would forget, or not believe in Santa, but every weekend she would scream his name for him to come and pick her up to go back to the north pole, and every weekend he'd be on the edge of his seat waiting to see if this would be the weekend she wouldn't call for him… till one Saturday she didn't. It was her 13th birthday and he had a present for her. After freaking out on Curtis for something that wasn't even the 2nd in commands fault he turned around to find her standing there. Along with her other worldly presents, on her birthday nature found it suiting to give her the ability to magically make her way to the north pole by her self. It was that day Bernard ceased worrying about her forgetting Santa, and most importantly himself.