Stories

Story 84: So Called Santa Claus

Humor

Seto and Mokuba were making cookies. Seto didn't like the idea of making cookies, but it was for Mokuba's sake. It was Christmas after all. They were both in their house and it was dark out. Mokuba finished making the last of the cookies and put the cookies tray in the oven. Seto didn't celebrate Christmas nor did he believe in a jolly fat guy named Santa Claus. I mean, what kind of name is Santa Claus anyway? Seto thought, bitterly. Mokuba sat down on a chair.

"Now all we have to do is wait," Mokuba said.

"Tell me, why'd we need to make cookies anyway?" Seto asked.

"For Santa. He gives us presents and we give him cookies," Mokuba answered.

"Right…" Seto said, as he walked out of the kitchen.

Mokuba claims that this Santa Claus guy would come down the chimney and put some presents near the Christmas tree. But their chimney couldn't fit a fat guy and Seto couldn't even fit through it. Seto walked in the living room and sat down on a couch. There was a Christmas tree near the fireplace. Seto thought that he should start the fire in the fireplace so Santa Claus could burn up when he came down the chimney. But he changed his mind, because there was no Santa Claus coming anyway. He heard a beep in the kitchen. It was the cookies.

"Cookies are ready!" Mokuba shouted from the kitchen.

Seto got off of the couch and walked into the kitchen. He put on a glove and took the tray of cookies out of the oven. He sat the tray on the counter.

"Smells good," Mokuba said.

Seto had to admit the cookies did smell good, but they were for the imaginary fat man.

"This is pathetic, Mokuba. We're wasting time making cookies for imaginary," Seto growled.

"It's not imaginary. And you said you'd celebrate Christmas with me even though you don't believe in Santa Claus!" Mokuba shouts.

"Stop with all your shouting. I said I'll celebrate Christmas with you and that's just what I'll do," Seto said, angrily.

Mokuba nodded and started putting the cookies on a plate. Once he was done he went upstairs to go to bed. Seto stayed downstairs in the living. He was waiting for this so called Santa Claus to come. He was sitting on the living room couch, staring at the fireplace. Seto ended up falling asleep on the couch. He woke up when he heard a noise in the chimney. He quietly picked up a bat that was on the floor and stood up. There was another noise in the chimney. Seto quietly walked over to the fireplace and stood on the side of it. Then he saw a dark figure flop down in the fireplace. The person was coughing loudly and crawled out of the fireplace. The dark figure was wearing a red and white Christmas hat, a big red and white coat, red pants, he had a big long white beard, and he was holding a big red bag filled with presents. The thing was, this guy didn't look fat at all. This can't be the Santa Claus Mokuba was talking about. Seto thought. He swung the bat at the guy's head. The guy quickly ducked and dropped the bag he was holding.

"Who are you?" Seto demanded. He didn't wait for an answer; he swung at his head again.

The guy got hit right upside the head and fell to the ground. He quickly tried to crawl towards the fireplace, but Seto kicked him in the stomach. Mokuba suddenly came running downstairs.

"Seto, I heard a noise!" Mokuba shouted. He flipped the light switch on and gasped when he saw Seto beating up the so called Santa Claus. "Seto, you're killing Santa Claus!"

Seto stopped kicking the guy and looked at Mokuba. "This is an intruder, Mokuba!"

The guy was on the ground whimpering. Seto looked at the guy closely. He looked really familiar. Seto knew the beard was a fake so he ripped the beard off of the guy's face. Seto gasped when he realized who it was.

"Wheeler?" Seto shouted, angrily. He grabbed Joey by the collar and lifted him up. "What the heck are you doing in my house?"

"I was…paid to be Santa Claus…" Joey replied, weakly.

Seto dropped Joey to the ground and looked at Mokuba. "Never believe in fairytales, Mokuba,"

Mokuba nodded quickly.

THE END