*NOTE: THIS CHAPTER INVOLVES THE BELIEF OF CHRISTMAS AND SANTA… DO NOT READ IF YOU THINK YOU WILL BE OFFENDED BY THIS. ALSO, THE COMPANY NAMES MENTIONED DID NOT PAY ME TO MENTION THEM. SANTA'S WHERE ABOUTS ARE FAKE, TOO. ;D OTHER THAN THAT HAPPY (BELATED) HOLIDAYS *
"Ai, you better get dressed to go meet Santa. You know how business meetings like this go; you always dress for the occasion. It's not to likely you'll get any requests in Japan…" Grandma trailed off, "Anyway, hurry up, it's almost December 1st, Santa always starts checking on things around this time of year."
"Sometimes I wish that lady would get hit by a reindeer." I mumbled to myself, always decorating the house, and grandpa's cart. But at least I get to go somewhere. I don't know why everyone thinks Santa lives in some cold ice land called 'The North Pole'. This fat, rosy cheeked, Cookie Monster brother from another mother, has got it made. He's relaxing in the Bermuda Triangle. That's why everyone disappears, and one by one they become his elves.
Before I forget, um, Mary-Sue, your husband said to tell you he won't make it home for dinner. Sadly that was over a century ago, I doubt she'd be reading this now. "Ai, hurry up you young whipper-snapper. As the American wrinkle-bags like to say." I shook my head, "Grandpa, we have got to keep you away from the internet. I think you're beginning to watch too much YouTube, Netflix, and Hulu."
We drove off to Santa's REAL workshop. "Hello, Ai. Would you like a cookie?" Santa offered, "No, I'm good." Those cookies are gross! "No, I'm good." Those cookies are gross! Tried one, never tried one again. "Well then, let's get started on this, um, thing. I know I keep having you return here every year without a straight answer, but, I'm ready." Santa sighed like he still wasn't sure. I got up; put my hand on Santa's shoulder. This was the only way to comfort someone (that I knew of.)
You know, I am Hell Girl and all. Don't get around much- Anyway, with my hand on Santa's shoulder I repeated the same thing I'd been repeating for more years than I can remember, "If you want to give this yet another year, you can." He shook his head rapidly, and stood up. Grandpa came in, "This might take a while Grandpa, you should go feed the reindeer, or something." "Again? I just fed them before I came in here." He complained. I rolled my eyes, "Anyway, what where you going to say?"
"I was going to say that, I am ready to get rid of my brother, Jack Frost. He keeps trying to ruin Christmas! Freezing up the generators, without energy the conveyor belt can't run. It's the fastest way for the elves to pass toys down the construction line. Plus, without lights, their little eyes can't see what to paint…" A whole group of big eyed elves stood behind Santa, glaring at him. "So their eyes aren't that little, you get the point." Santa shrugged at the elves and shooed them, they walked away to do elf stuff.
"Alright, so we're finally going to do this? Hundred percent? "Santa shook his bearded head yes. I pulled out a walkie-talkie, "Grandpa to the Main Room, Grandpa to the Main Room, roger." Grandpa walked in, "See you next year-"I cut him off, "Grandpa, he's gunna do it this time." He turned around, eyebrow raised. "Really?" He sounded surprised. "Nice job, Clause." It took a little while, but eventually Grandpa got over the shock. I handed Santa the doll.
Since Grandma had Grandpa dress-up too, the doll was green with the same red thread… Santa already knew how things worked, the first time he decided his time ran out. And because this is Santa we're talking about, we had to give him another chance.
Not even half-way back to the hidden world in Japan, Grandpa had appeared to take the place of the auto-pilot. "That was fast…" I said, tapping my chin. "Yeah, Santa was real mad after ol' Jack Frost froze the generators again. And so close to Christmas, too. Tsk, tsk, tsk…" "Well don't turn back yet, we're going to bring grandma this time." I informed Grandpa. He shook his head, this was pretty risky. We already knew she wouldn't let anyone see her face after, the thing. But that's not important now, I know just how to make sure Grandma's face isn't seen.