Amidst the 12th machine-related limb-loss and the 200th toy recall, little belled workers waited for the fat man’s fall. The old coot snored, thinking himself adored, while union reps crept.
A cough caught in Santa’s throat, elves held their breath and thought choke? But he swallowed it down, bearded mouth became a frown.
Whispered anarchy between conveyor belts and pointed hats made of felt – time, the hushed cry went up, to coup off his head and make him dead!
Old timers touted company line and images of children, left with only plum pits dancing in their heads. Reminded fiery young bucks of Rudolph and his luck. The revolutionary deer caught red nosed last year, GPS tampering on the sleigh; now Dasher leads the way.
So they ducked their heads and tucked their toes. Workers worked at no cost, two more elfin fingers lost – and quietly, while they stocked the shelves, elves made a New Year’s Resolution.
Once the holiday hoopla settled, children nestled up to new toys, laden with lead, in their beds, then! This January the man in red would have to go, with his hat and cookies and his ho ho ho.
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