The familiar blue aura faded away, leaving a strange new place and a strange new body but the same familiar sense that he was there to put things right where they had once went wrong. Sam glanced down at himself, raising his eyebrows at the red suit he wore.

Perhaps he worked at a shopping mall, though he really hoped he didn't have to spend the whole leap having random children come and sit on his lap.

He glanced around, it didn't look like a shopping mall. It looked like a factory of some sort, with machines and pieces of fabric and buttons and.. shiny pieces of whoknowswhat all around. In one of the machines, he saw his host's reflection.. round rosy cheeks, big bouncy tummy and a full white beard that covered most of his face.

His eyebrows shot up-- he clearly looked the part.

"Mr. Santa, Mr. Santa! Production scales are through the roof." A frazzled little person shouted as he came barreling in through the door. If Sam didn't know better, he would swear he was an elf, especially with those ears. "But Rudolph doesn't seem to be getting over his flu in time for your midnight ride. We may need to call Christmas off this year."

Sam's eyes went wide. "Oh boy."

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