The Gift Thief
Fred was never a good boy. He would prance around doing as he pleased, causing trouble all around. One of his favorite thing's to do was steal....just about anything really. He would steel jewel's, food, and even games... Santa Claus did not like this, and so forth decided to put Fred on the naughty list. This angered Fred, so he put on his hood and boots and set off, very clear of his destination.

In Santa's workshop things were stirring up, elves around around hurrying to finish up the last gifts, and even Santa with a bit of worry on his face. He thought to himself "It seems as if we'll have just enough presents this year, but what if something happened to one of the presents? We'd be one short and a poor soul would be very upset." Suddenly Santa and the elves jump up at a loud knocking sound. "Who is it?" called one of the elves. "It's Fred, filling in for one of the elves" Then down goes the door. Elves frantically running away in terror, while Santa tries to save all the presents. With the little help Santa had, Fred manages to steel a single gift just before Santa could retrieve it. Out the door goes Fred with a smirk on his face. "Oh no, we're one short a present now, I hope the child who get's one less present won't notice, oh it'd be terrible if they did!"

As The Gift Thief is entering his home town, he lets out a laugh, a chuckle, of pure astonishment. He reads off the name tag with a small thump to the ground "To: Fred, From: Santa".