Santa loses his sled

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"Fill out this form and then come back to this desk."

"This is ridiculous. I'm very busy."

"Fill out this form and then come back to this desk." she banged the sign on the window that echoed her sentiments.

Santa turned away and sat down on a grubby chair. It had chunks missing and masking tap holding it together, but it was the best one in the room.

Being good at filling out forms, Santa returned to the desk in quick time, "I couldn't fill out the vehicle registration or my driving licence number."

Annoyance burned across the woman's face. She whacked the sign, "Fill out the form and then come back to this desk."

"You don't understand. I have filled it out. My vehicle doesn't have a registration and I was never given a driving license number."

She lifted her glasses and scowled, "So you're the fool riding around on the unlicensed sled?"

"It doesn't need to be licensed. Look, how much is the fine? I really have a lot to do."

"I'm afraid without a driving licence number your vehicle isn't going anywhere." She lowered her glasses and returned to her crossword.

"You can't be serious. Do you know who I am?"

The woman ignored him, "7 Across." she mumbled.

"People are counting on me! I was only parked for a fraction..."

"Hey pal, sit down okay. You heard the lady. No license, they can't help." A voice hurled at him from the seating area.

Santa thought to himself for a moment, A different approach. He removed his red hat, hand-combed his white hair and took a deep breath.

"Linda," her name badge was dusty and he hoped he hadn't made a mistake. "You seem like an understanding woman." He paused, he knew his next sentence was make or break. "I need my sled to bring presents to the children. I have only a few hours to finish off my deliveries. Can you help me out?"

Linda ticked off another word on her crossword and looked up. Her face eased and she patted her grey bob. She smiled at Santa, he returned the gesture. Then like a piece of paper that has been set alight her face twisted and scrunched together.

"I don't care who you are! No license, no vehicle!" her shrieks, defied a woman of her tiny frame. She pulled up another sign that echoed her words.

Santa huffed and shoved back on his hat. He pulled coal from his pocket and slammed it down on her table, "Merry Christmas Linda!" the bell on his hat jingled as he marched off.

"Hey, hey!" Linda shouted.

Santa turned around, maybe Christmas cheer had thawed her.

She lifted the coal, "If you don't take your property I will be forced to throw it in the bin." she displayed another sign that showed the rule.

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