This story start with a focus on a door leading from a particular special bath room to a preparing room, for very special person on a very special occasion. Suddenly, this door burst open as someone big hand opened it from inside. A shadow of a massive person made a strong step from it, followed by a thick white steam. As if that steam was so heavy that when the door opens it flow out like a mist like liquid, spreading on floor to every direction. Actually, there is a reason behind that phenomenon, because inside of the bathroom was hot and outside is somehow colder, but not so much cold, so the steam is turning into a fluffy clouds.
This obviously a male pro bodybuilder with many muscles, frozen in place for a few second. From the surprising size of the muscular body one can assume that this massive person must be very tall. If we say that it's over two meters, we will be modest in our guess. Maybe as he was standing there inhaling the feeling, he was just accustoming himself to the difference in temperatures between the bath and the next room. Then we got a really focused flash-glance at this person's eyes as they made a serous, determined stare.
Whats come next is a quick, swift montage of this macho putting on tank top that spread out on his big chest, showing all the muscles' silhouettes like a body tight fabric. Then, a leg slip into red winter pant. Followed, by a massive foot slipping into a black winter boot, making a popping sound as the air was pushed out of it. After his arms slips into the winter red coat sleeves, the camera focused on his back as the coat was pushed up onto his big shoulders. Next a quite thick belt with locking on back was put up and lock up. Finishing move was a glow sliding onto hand, or other and fit perfectly.
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As his foot stomped the floor for this muscular man to stand in a power stance, the (camera-like focus) turns toward his feet, revealing coal-black winter boots polished so well they reflected light.
As the (camera focus) start to rising up, circling around that person, we can see a thick winter suit pants of strong red color, accompanied by Santa-themed thick coat of strong red color, decorated whit fake fluffy fur of snow-white color accessories. One of those accessories was a coat hoodie hood that strongly resembled the traditional Santa hat with pompom. Now there will be no incident of him loosing his precious iconic hat, as it is directly a part of his coat.
The camera show us thick belt with a gold plate/symbol of a wrestling champion. Or was it a mark of a champion of some adrenaline sport? It was still a belt of some kind of champion, that very well sits on this massive man as if it was just a little bit fancier belt, if we compare the sizes ratio with a regular person.
The camera continues rising, showing us that there is indeed a very well-groomed longer snow-white beard braided into branches, each holding a (gold medal?) as a proof of winning sports competitions. For decorating a beard, some people just use trinkets, colored strings, rubber bands, or a coins if you want that pirate feeling, but medals? If anything, this choice of his tell s that this person is an achievement hunter.
A little further up, we can finally glanced at the face of this macho Santa. Where we shall expect the chubby old grandpa face, we can see a face lines of a professional body builder in (his prime?). No!, there was this hints of elderly; but something was off. Maybe it was a magic or a family trait, that lead to this iconic face. Even his snow-white hairs had been on full health, with an adrenaline-looking hairstyle that would stay in place even during blizzard or hurricane.
But, the serious determination in this man eyes was one of those unshakable will before great deed. He was staring at human-size mirror in front of him to make a final check on his appearance. He rise its big hand and strongly clenched it into a fist. If we consider the Santa-like theme, this big boy didn't lift dumbbells during his workout hours; with hands this massive, he must lifting a deer or muse.
Anyway, without saying a word, keeping his serous expression, he carefully exited the preparations room and departed on his mission.
Descending some stairs, we can already make a picture of the estate house he was in. Made from processed or crude wood, reddish clay bricks and stone boulders, this building was constructed with a love and sustainable budget. Then he enter the Hall of Fame. Or, it was just a long corridor partially cared into a hill cliff, sheltering a direct route between two sites. One side was a wall with a windows, that grant a view on a landscape covered by a snow duvet, giving out a feeling that winter never leave this region. The other side was just a long wall with no obstruction like doors or such distraction. This route was called a hall of fame, because there was a long line of hanged portraits of (his ancestors?). As he walked with a steady, strong step, he emitted an aura of strong charisma. As he passed his predecessors, he stopped at the last portrait and turned toward it to face the person displayed on that image. Making solid eye contact with that person, after a few second he raised his hand in a (I'm going to do it!) gesture. So, in silence, he continued to walk toward his destination.
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Passing a heavy door, he entered something like a workshop combined with a garage or, on second glance a hangar for airplanes. Moment after his arrival an intercom become alive broadcasting message to everybody in hall. "Attention! Big Red is on field! I repeat: Big Red is on field!" As he continue to walk, the elf helpers doubled they efforts on tasks that had not yet been completed. Or if they were they were staring passionate at passing hero, the Santa. The mountain of muscles on his body danced with every step he took, as if showing off for everyone to admire.
He was aiming for his sled. And of course the classic story dictate that we shall see the red sled for a snowy roads, carrying this big wowed bag full of gift boxes. And a line of reindeer, harnessed by spurs, shall be ready to pull the sled on its iconic winter journey. But, if you was expecting some cliche like this, then think again. When the crowd make a path for him, we can finally see that his sled is actually a really big, Santa themed motorbike on three wheels. That gift bag was siting right behind the driver's seat on a widened rear.
As he put his foot down next to his choice of a sled he turn toward the crowd of elf and decide to make a few of body stretching as if he was on a body-builder competition showing out his muscular body, making those noises as the muscles danced through the Santa suit on him. Of course, the crowd was applauding him like a fans on a wrestling. After a minute he waved to everybody and finally sit down on the driver seat.
A tall but skinny elf in a position of a 'CO' [Coordinator of Operations] approached him, with 'Hands-Free' device in his ear, a 'Hig-Tech' tablet in one hand, and a protective glasses for driver to protect the open to air driver eyes against wind pressure and dust. "Okay Santa, the preparations are done, so lets this pre-flight check list done." As he hand over the protective gadget to the macho he redirect his attention to the tablet. "The mark seven engine pouring like kitten on lap during a siesta. The fuel and glitter tanks are full and the cargo, 'bottomless Santa gift bag' is safely secured in the cargo hold and connected wireless to your 'interactive inventory'. Same goes for the remote control for the sled and its fly assistant Meta-Rudolf."
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Big man brings his big hand in front of him. But instead of looking at the wrist watch he moved the fluffy sleeves accessory little bit away, to look at attached 'Super smartphone tablet' like display hidden under it. After pressing a quick button command to check the status, the display shows a response message (All in normal.)
Hearing Hmm of agree from Santa, the CO continued with check list. "The stereo and amplifiers are adapted for all weather situations.The 'auto equalizer' will ensure that the 'beats' [tune on background] shall always had the right punch. Turbo is connected to additional special effect boosting module for an 'extra cool effect'." He leaned toward pilot to point out attached control mechanisms. "When you feel like banging something with vigor, the 'buzzer' [big red button] in the middle of the forks serves as well as that little button, like a magic delivery command above the destination. Once again, take into account that the system its fully automated. On its own, it sends the correct package to the correct address, leaving behind a momentary trail of glitters. The mini bottomless cooler on the sled side storage component also contains something else this time: than just 'energo' and 'body building' things. Please--" He trailed off painfully to empathize the importance of this part. "And by that I mean really please,-- this time follow the agreed diet and drinking regime exactly, when you don't want to give up that calf, you even have an 'app' for it. We don't want a repeat of last year's situation, when someone overdid something and went 'hyper-active'. Especially on the list of addresses that you shall visit personally."
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The white-haired, elderly bodybuilder was horrified. He tried to object, and even raised a finger to want to spoke up.
But elf dint give him a chance. "Don't even try to complain, Santa! You've been in a meetings, where we discussed this! The incident is well know: During the peak, you used the time dilatation device [the curvature of time] to include a random chosen family into the time bubble. Like a demolition ball, through window, you flight into they apartment on tenth floor, superhero landing on they living room, nearly make that family of four to perish on heart-attack. You 'Ho-ho-ho' was like a last line before onslaught began in a horror movies. You devoured down the 'gifts for Santa' like some a monster from far back of the scary gym. Then, you given them, at that moment, inappropriate gifts making comments that were too far from the traditional concept and in the end were capable to mark you as pervert. Then, you jumped out over balcony railing, making an Olympic level pirouette while throwing packages around you in all direction. And those, leaving a trail of glitter, flew at correct addresses. And they-- watched it from the balcony."
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The man give him a (You cant be serious for criticizing me for this top performance!?) facial gesture.
But the elf, stop him with his (Enough!) gesture. "That last part was hell cool! And I do understand, the need for a random quick check, if we don't live in a bubble of self delusion. Take it from theirs perspective: No one can expect, that the sweet chubby grandpa will be, a pro player like you. Except, we have rules of classic to follow. So, forget about screwing like that this time! We've modified the fast deploy system, so you'll just have to go down and do it the old-fashioned way, with a sweet 'Ho-ho-ho' and a couple of tinkling bells. System is linked, so if anything happens, we will be on radio. And,-- do, not, waste, too much of the Nitro, on show off! Its for typhoon emergency." Then he sighed. "That its, the check list is complete. You are ready to depart on the annual mission."
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As the big man crossed his arms on his big chest, he dint say a word, but put on a stuborn sulking expression.
A blood vein grow up on the elf forehead. "No, I don't saying!"
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However, the macho start to glare at the elf with a serious, half angry expression.
Because this was going for longer that the CO was willing to accept he tried to reasoning with the curse of a middle age making a sarcastic fact, that they having a traditions to follow. But because the suborn stare continued for more seconds: He bit his pride. "Fine!" Reaching for the radio in his ear, he shouted into microphone and his voice echoed from the nearby loudspeakers to the entire neighborhood. "'Attention please!! Big Red on Red Star, is ready for departure. Captain!-- start the engine!'"
His speech immediately caught the attention of even the last stragglers, and literally everyone came to the edge of the track to see off the rider. Even the Co dance out of the way.
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With pride and joy in his face, the big man turn on the motorbike engine.
Another intercom announcement has arrived: "Attention! The window to astral route has arrived. Observatory report says that astral flow is in normal levels. Hangar doors are opening." With a loud noises, the hangar door slide to sides, letting in a cold wind.
Then, Santa flicked his mustache furiously, putting on his hoodie hood before grabbing handles of his metallic horse. After his attempt for a sweet 'Ho-ho-ho', he flip another switch and a 'rock and roll' version of the 'Jingle bells', starts to play from speaker on the motorbike.
A single gentle stroke on power handle force the sled to start rolling out from the hangar, on the (airfield strip?). Elf helpers on both sides cheer and applause as they saw they hero to enroll on his mission to deliver presents during this event of year.
The situation outside was similar. The moment he exited the hangar a whole village was waiting for him. They all gather to see him off. Even the deer's and muse's were present. Wit a confidence, he riding between them, until he got on an open field, where he twist the power handle with a strength. The motorbike sled shot/leap forward, hasty increasing its speed. A glitter shows up around the wheels and the craft rise to the sky, followed by a loud rock and roll music.
Observers on ground watched as he made a turn, so everybody can see the sled making this glitter trail as he it flying across the sky. Then they heard it once more, the iconic message from Santa. "'Ho-ho-ho' Happy and merry, to all of you!"
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