Santa drew heavily on a cigarette,

"I'm knackered."

Mrs. Claus softly stroked his white hair and kissed each of his rosy cheeks,

"You've done well my love, the children are why you do it. May they smile upon this festive day."

Santa nodded in agreement, stubbed the cigarette out on the bedside ashtray, then fell into a deep and satisfying sleep.

Mrs. Claus switched off the bedroom light.