"The new Santa. I'm to old for the job. I need you to take over." He replied softly.
"But why me? "
"It runs through our veins. You are my only heir."
"Can't you find somebody else! "
"No it has to be you."
The group sat in silence. The room very tense and air shifed uncomfortably.
"Isn 't there any way out? "
"No."
Her head drooped, and she let out a sigh."What do I have to do? "
"Run the north pole, take care of the elves, deliver presents on christmas, and fit the mantle of Santa clause."
"What do you mean fit the mantel? "
He let out a sigh, "You have to look like Santa clause."
"WHAT, YOU MEAN GROW A BEARD, GET FAT, AND HAVE ALL MY HAIR TURN! "
"No, not the beard or the hair but you will have to gain weight." In an instance she rushed to the door and ran done the hall screaming " I won't do it."
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