Santa Claus Page #2

But how could I deliver

all these toys?

I won't live

long enough for that.

Both of you

will live forever.

Like us.

Anya?

Me too.

I can't sleep either.

I don't want to sleep.

This mattress is so comfortable,

I don't want to miss

a moment of it.

This-this won't take long.

I'll be right back.

What is it, donner, eh?

You look so frightened.

There's nothing

to worry about.

Really, there isn't. Easy, boy,

it's all right. Easy, now, easy.

Strange

place, strange companions.

But we're all friends here.

We are!

- Look at old blitz in there.

- Does he look worried? Hmm?

Come on. Maybe try

and eat something. Hmm?

It's great food.

Believe me.

Say, look.

Even I like it.

It's delicious.

Mmm! He's like me, I guess.

Oh! Yes.

A little confused.

Yeah, yeah.

He's always been the fidgety type.

Yeah. Well,

he'll be all right, sir, as soon

as he gets used to the place.

He just needs a little

elf-control. Mm.

Well, you certainly

know your reindeer.

These are fine specimens. Oh! Hear that,

boys? You made a good impression.

Come on.

Look. These two are twins.

Prancer and dancer.

The way you can tell them apart

is by those snooty monocles.

Prancer's is

on his right eye,

and dancer's is

on his left eye.

And this lad with the great

big antlers is comet.

And old spotted-nose

here is cupid.

This white-faced boy here,

that's old dasher.

He loves to run, he does, he really does.

He'd rather run than eat!

And, uh, this noisy one with

the floppy jowls, he's ViXen.

Keep you up half the night

with his snorts and whinnies,

whinnies and snorts.

And you sleep here?

Yes!

And this is where

I do my other work.

Yeah, they keep you busy, huh?

Well, I-I-I like it that way.

Sometimes I get so many ideas, I don't

know where to keep them in my head.

Um-- oh! Look.

A clock that wakes you up in the morning.

How about that? Ha?

That's not bad.

Aha!

A plate that whistles

when the food's too hot.

Ah?

Um-- oh!

Look, look, look.

I've got here a

complete syste-- uh--

what do we need

all these reindeer for?

Uh, you'll see.

This is a curious kind of place.

This is nothing now.

- Wait till you see how it gets during

season's greetings. - Season's greetings?

- Mm-hmm. You'll see.

- What's that?

Oh, look, sir.

Now he's having a bite.

- Ooh!

- Ooh!

- Hurray!

- Hoop-ah!

Maybe it's

the massive bulk of it.

I never did

an extra-large before.

No, the size is fine. Please

don't think I'm criticizing,

but green's just

not his color.

- What about, um--

- Brown!

Red.

Yes! Red!

Perfect!

Matches his cheeks...

And everything!

Whee!

Ah!

Hey!

- Oh. Well?

- Coming closer now. Not just yet!

Two more degrees

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