Training

Father Christmas was up on the roof.

Mrs. Claus and the elves had devised a new training regime.

The lockdown hadn't been kind, not with The Claus's diet.

He waddled across the snow glazed slate, listing from left to right, ho ho-ing with every step.

He clambered into a chimney.

The elves lubed up his expansive frame

They pulled out plungers and tried to prod him down to ground level.