' Santa not again, what was it this time ? ' ask Elf Tiny as he'd saw Santa holding his stomach , ' Too much work the doctor told you .'

 Santa shooked his head taking his head off, he 'd show there was  a bump on it ,he got up during the night , got something too eat , he then forgot how low there was a ceiling and there he'd got  a bump his head trying . But then after he had eating some turkey it got worse he then started feeling sick . ' Every time I wanted something to eat now Mrs. Claus, had put a magic pill in what she knew I'd then in fact  would eat and I'm sick, now I can't deliver any presents so she's taking over and you'll have to help,everyone will.'

' Yes,sir,I'll go see if she's ready,get better Santa .' Tiny left and he heard Santa moaning, he then found Mrs.Claus in the next room, as she was getting ready and that was good too, it was almost time .

' Suit fits you,' smiled Tiny to Mrs .Claus .

to be continued .