Wednesday, August 20 - Alter Ego

                                                              Who Are You Santa?

                    "Santa!" Mrs. Clause shouted. "I know!" he grumbled. It was the most miserable night of the year. Christmas Eve. Santa despised this every year. But, this night gave the best pay. Santa got milk and cookies all year however, the milk and cookies he would gather from every good boy and girl this Christmas were the best. This was the only reason Santa kept working every year. He could retire but the pay was to good. Santa looked at the "good" and "bad" list. This list was really just of kids who were good if they put out milk and cookies and bad if they didn't. Santa was forced by the head of The North Pole to bring gifts. Sad, considering it would be so easy to simply take the milk and cookies without offering a present to. Santa looked up at the sleigh in his dark black jacket and pair of jeans (yes Santa does not dress in a obnoxious red suit). He let out a sigh and climbed into the newly polished, gray sleigh. "On Dasher on Dancer on Prancer on Vixen on Conner and Cupid and  Donner and Blitzen! Over 2 million kids did not get presents that night. They should have left cookies Santa thought.