Santa Claus had had it with all the commercial crap, this year he loaded his sleigh with food parcels, blankets and magical pop up homes that had comfy beds and running water.
Santa Claus had been working for sometime on how to get food and basic materials to the poor. He'd become lost and upset with how commercial Christmas had become. He wasn't about all that. He believed in real charity, in making sure that everyone on Earth had heath and the ability to feel merry on any and every day of the year. Above all Santa wanted children to be fed, to have a childhood of laugher and play, and to grow up without all the strife and drama poor (and childish) adult leadership brings.
Above all Santa Claus was a man of nature, and come Christmas morning Mrs Claus would put out their stockings with a good wholesome lunch within, then they'd hike to their favourite romantic place and enjoy one another's company.
Santa Claus was an old fashioned soul, he believed that Christmas was a time for showing the people you love that you really love them, that it should be gifts of the heart and not things that cost the earth.
Santa Claus had grown tired of grown-ups who still thought they were children. he wondered if they would ever mature, ever see that at some point they were supposed to grow out of the "me centric" mindset that demanded gifts. Perhaps if they did their children could have stockings of homemade cookies or art supplies. anything other than teaching them relentlessly to have an insatiable desire for material things - an appetite that would one day destroy the very planet they depended on long after the passing of dear old ma and pa.
Santa Claus had long wondered if humanity would come back to nature, if one day they would see the beauty of the forests and the snow, if they would take care of the animals as wonderful as reindeer... or if the clamour for glamour and artificial sparkle would go on until all that this jolly green-hearted giant loved would be gone - taken on trucks or up in smoke.
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