In the year 2044, presents were considered illegal by the states due to the waste of elements and resources of material. But Santa loved the children dearly and continued to make the toys. The Elves a little reluctant, but they still did the job. So, on Christmas Eve of 2044 Santa flew over the cities giving presents. By the time he got back from delivering presents, half of the Elves' population had been wiped out by the National Armed Forces. Santa was devastated. The Elves went on a frenzy going on strike. But not being paid and building the toys which they were made for drove them insane. Some suicided. Some became cannibalistic. Some tried to fit into the neighboring countries. But Santa? No he remained in the workshop still chipping away at the plastic action figures or the wooden tool kits. But all this drove him into a depression leaving him utterly alone. One night, he was raided by the seals destroying his town and his slay. Months passed and the place was filthy. The smell of guts and ash filled the air, and it was bleak with a single lamppost just flickering, but Santa still remained. With no food, Santa became as thin as a human stick. Then slowly his body began to rot and he began to not be able to move. Lying in his own filth, Santa did not die of naturally. He died because no one believed in him. Santa vanished into the ashes of his workshop.