Mr. Claus sat at his desk, milling over his usual stacks of papers and forms as he always does this time of year. The desk was gigantic, a gift from the Winter Warlock who lived in the Winter Mountains. Made of a mysterious wood, it was twisted and curled and polisehd to a sheen, with magical comparments that would spring open when need be, or flip
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