It's Christmas. Santa Claus is getting fatter everyday. The reindeers can't pull him anymore.
- HoHoHo, finally Christmas! Come on reindeers we have to deliver the presents
- Santa! How many pounds do you have?
-I don't know. I think that I'm like I was one year ago.
-You look so fat. Fatter than one years ago.
-That's not right! I am as a stick. I think I really have to eat more.
-Comet is right Santa. We can't pull the sleigh with you in it!
-Come on. We have to deliver the presents right now.
-Fine Santa... We are going.
The reindeer started to talk between them.
-We have to take him at the slim center.
-Yes. We will make him a diet.
-But who is gonna deliver the presents?
-We will find a substitute santa.
-Ok, me and the other elfs are gonna find him.
Santa asked the elfs what presents they got for the children on the black list.
- We did a cracker, a tinsel, a stocking,... a toy snowman... And more. I don't remember.
-Ok, fine.
The reindeer started to pull the sleight. They got at the slim center. Santa said:
-What are we doing here?!
-You-re going on a diet.
-But...
-No buts. We have a substitute santa. Now we have to complete the questionaire.
-What are you eating at breakfast?
-Let me think... a big sisez mince pie, some soda, big-sised of course, 12 long saussages, three eggs and a pizza.
All the reindeers were surprised. Santa continued the questionaire. He had to stay there three years to get slimmer. He didn't want.
-But you have to stay Santa. It is for your good
-But...
-Merry Christmas Santa. Have a holly night!
