Just as the Santa Clause says, “The wearer waives any previous identity and accepts the duties of Santa Claus forever,” it turns out there’s a Mrs. Clause too! I put on the dress and I became Mrs. Claus forever!
Santa came back from delivering presents and soon he was plowing me hard! "But Santa!" I cried out, "I was a man before I put on the dress! I can’t be Mrs. Claus!"
"A contract is a congract! You ARE Mrs. Claus! Welcome to your new job ruding my North Pole!"
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