Santa's Journey

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The snow batters the window in front of him, hazing his sight even more. He feels very aware of the time, slowly receding away from him with each hurdle. His warm suit causing beads of sweat to race down his face into his bushy white beard. Despite this, determination etched onto his face, his glasses sliding down his nose. He pushes them up with a white-gloved hand, keeping his eyes on the path ahead of him. Despite the snowstorm, he had still fought to go ahead, wanting to make sure every child got what they wished. He’s Santa Claus for “goodness’ sake”.