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The C.L.A.U.S. Chronicles

It was the night before Christmas.

That’s usually how these stories begin right?

Fortunately for us, this is not a Christmas tale. This is not about “the most wonderful time of the year.” This is a tale about justice, fairness and people getting what they deserve, especially from  big bellied deities who claim to go around dropping presents for kids under trees.

Lindsey had been a member of C.L.A.U.S. since she was six. You probably need an explanation (I was getting there, relax…Jeez).

The First Noel

I couldn’t decide on what to wear. I didn’t even know whether or not I had the right clothes for this. Truth was that I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Few months ago, I wouldn’t have even considered the possibility. I have been dating Stanley for over two months and we were yet to see each other. Of course we’ve met before we started dating – briefly. We were hooked up by a friend of mine who was dating his cousin. He appeared cool and seemed to physically meet my spec. Perfect, but then again I was attracted to a certain kind of weirdness that I didn’t see in him so I already felt at the time that nothing reasonable was going to happen. In fact he had this annoying habit of playing around with the rips on my jeans and I practically had to bite my tongue to prevent me from unleashing my medusa on him. After that first date (or whatever that shit was)I thought that would probably be the last I would hear from him. I was wrong.

Santa’s Diary

23rd of December…Whatever

Dear Diary,

I don’t understand humans. Another Christmas is looming and here I am, at the busiest time of the year, sitting and wondering if all of this is even worth it.

My name is Santa. Why I feel the need to remind myself of that is worrying. My age? Doesn’t matter. I am responsible for giving little kids – and adults – presents and all that stuff.

I’m growing disillusioned though. The world is changing and I’m not sure if I like it.

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