Finding the Champion of Christmas
[Santa's workshop was eerily quiet as the jolly, red clad man walks its halls. Not an elf in sight as the many conveyor belts and whimsical devices all lay dormant.]
"Ho! Ho! Ho, no.... where are they all? Christmas is in less than two days and they choose now to slack off? Whatever am I going to do?"
[The jolly, old saint sits down at a work bench with a dejected look in his eyes. He glances lazily out the window as a massive blizzard rages in the darkness, lit up only by the many candy colored lights of the North Pole.]
"Bother. A storm this bad too? Something is very, very wrong."
[Santa gets back up from his seat and walks to the large doors of the workshop. He peers through the panes of glass on the door in a vain attempt to see if anyone is outside.]