Running Santa Clause

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I was minding my own business, drinking a cup of coffee, when suddenly there was a loud banging on the kitchen door. Before I could take another sugary sip the door flew open, revealing a very small Santa Clause with a plastic gun.

He took aim, shot me, and ran to the playroom like a modern day Speedy Gonzales.

It's all part of the job


I shrugged and took another sip of tea. Running Santa Clauses and getting shot are all just part of my job.

But maybe next time I go out for my run, I'll ask my mini Santa Clause to accompany me.

I'm sure he'll do wonders for my pace!
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