Santa is Disgusted
It was an average day at the North Pole. Toys were being made, behaviours were being checked; it had been a very productive morning. After such a morning, it was time for lunch break. Santa had his lunch earlier than everyone else so that he can stroll around and make sure everything is well while everyone else has their lunch.
Santa was passing through the workshops where Elle was working. Well, at the moment like everyone else, she was having her lunch. Elle had packed herself a lunch of brussel sprouts. Elle noticed Santa doing his daily patrol and waved to him.
'Afternoon Santa!' Elle called. Santa approached Elle as she finished her sprout.
'Good day,' Santa began. 'And how are you today, Elle?'
'Feeling merry!' Elle exclaimed. She held a sprout to Santa. 'Want one?' Santa doesn't like to be rude so he leant over to take the sprout, until he saw what it was. Santa sprung back and kept his hands as distant from the sprouts as possible.
'Ho, Ho, no thank you!' Santa tried to keep a straight face at the sight of the sprouts; he failed.
'What's the matter?' Elle asked as she ate another sprout. 'Don't like 'em? I'd have thought you, last of all people would hate brussel sprouts.'
'I'm afraid you thought wrong!' Santa placed his hands behind his back and assumed a professional mannerism. 'I'll let you enjoy them for yourself.' Santa walked away and left Elle to enjoy her lunch. 'Have a good day, Elle.'
Elle watched Santa as he left, still rather surprised at his hatred for sprouts. She just shrugged her shoulders and continued eating her sprouts. Needless to say, she is the only elf currently who considers a portion of brussel sprouts to be lunch.
Santa was passing through the workshops where Elle was working. Well, at the moment like everyone else, she was having her lunch. Elle had packed herself a lunch of brussel sprouts. Elle noticed Santa doing his daily patrol and waved to him.
'Afternoon Santa!' Elle called. Santa approached Elle as she finished her sprout.
'Good day,' Santa began. 'And how are you today, Elle?'
'Feeling merry!' Elle exclaimed. She held a sprout to Santa. 'Want one?' Santa doesn't like to be rude so he leant over to take the sprout, until he saw what it was. Santa sprung back and kept his hands as distant from the sprouts as possible.
'Ho, Ho, no thank you!' Santa tried to keep a straight face at the sight of the sprouts; he failed.
'What's the matter?' Elle asked as she ate another sprout. 'Don't like 'em? I'd have thought you, last of all people would hate brussel sprouts.'
'I'm afraid you thought wrong!' Santa placed his hands behind his back and assumed a professional mannerism. 'I'll let you enjoy them for yourself.' Santa walked away and left Elle to enjoy her lunch. 'Have a good day, Elle.'
Elle watched Santa as he left, still rather surprised at his hatred for sprouts. She just shrugged her shoulders and continued eating her sprouts. Needless to say, she is the only elf currently who considers a portion of brussel sprouts to be lunch.
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