This is a tale of how a middle aged man down on his luck, becomes Santa. It I hope will entertain you. I'm writing it for my friends, who tell me that it is a true story, and as wild as it is, Who know's for sure. Now on to the story!

There was a man named Jonathon Klasley, he was a fifty two years old, fat, balding man. The only child of Meryta and Sam Klasley. He started working at the early age of ten, cutting lawn's for neighbors. He bought his first computer at twelve, and worked hard to learn all he could.

His parents died when he was seventeen, and by then he was working for a small programing firm. He had lived a hard life working for thirty seven year, slaving to keep a roof over his head, and food on his table. He had been a data programer for twenty eight of those years, before the company he worked for laid him off, a month before he could retire. Then he found that his wife Sally of ten years, had been having an affair with a man, for those ten years.

He was hurt by her deed, and filed for divorce, but told himself, that he could live with out her, and luckily there were no kids involved. He moved on with his life, and if the need for companionship became to great he would seek a hooker, for twenty dollars.

Then months later, he found that his estranged wife, had stolen thousands of dollars from his bank account, leaving him on the verge of bankruptcy. And then four years later, the house he had been paying on for the last nineteen years burned down. It seemed that no matter what happened to him, he wouldn't give up, He was always the Optimus.

He had been working a job at a small car wash, making five twenty five an hour, for three and a half years after his wife left him, he figured that throwing himself into his work would help lessen his pain. He worked long hour's just to get by, and to pay his bills, the night his house caught fire the boss had called him in to his office and told him he was letting him go.

Even after his house burned down, he was sitting on the curb across the street from where his house had been, he looked up with tears in his eye's and said; I know shit happens, but why does it have too happen to me, all the time. Then he thought: oh well no use crying over spilled milk now.

Then out of nowhere a small voice from behind him said; because you are destined for greater things. He turned but there was no one there, he scratched his head and said; great, now I'm hearing voices, just great. I'm homeless, broke, and now I'm going crazy. Again a small voice said; no your not, you are going to be someone that people adore.

He looked around again and still no one was there. He told himself that he was going crazy, so why fight it. He picked up the few things that hadn't burnt in the fire, and started walking down the street, not really knowing where to go, or do for that matter.

He was walking for a few minutes and it started to snow, he thought to himself, just great more shit, looking up he shouted: what's next. After walking for about twenty more minutes, he came to a small mission on the outskirts of town, it had a small lighted sign in the window that blinked massages, it read.

"Feeling down, the world sticking it to you, know your not alone. We care, come and join us for a hot meal, a warm bath and time to just talk, we're here to help". John thought, that he couldn't do any worse then he already had, with his life. He thought that he would have to lessen to some bible thumper, or something like that. He even said to himself: why not, at least it's out of the cold. He went to the door and as he touched the handle a clock struck. John felt a jolt as he took hold of the handle to the door. Nothing bad, but it was a shock none the less.

The door opened for john without a sound, he stepped inside, but no one was there, john called out, Is anyone here. Out of the back came a young girl about ten or so. She said; Welcome home Jonathon, may I get you something to drink. A Coco maybe. John hadn't had coco for many years. He remembered his mother giving him a cup after playing in the snow, he smiled at the memory, long past. He told the young girl that he thought that coco was a great idea. She lead him to a small room and told him to have a seat and she would be right back.

As he sat down it came to him that she had called him by name. After she returned with his coco, he asked her how she knew his name. She told him that he was expected, and that they knew where he was at all times. John, asked her what she meant by her statement. She said; john, we have been watching you for many years now, we know of the hardship's that have befallen you. And we are here to help you now to overcome them. He just sat there thinking that she was some kind of nuts or something.

Then he heard the voice again, it said; welcome home john, enjoy your new life, we hope that it will give you great pleasure. Then john was shocked out of his daydream by a small hand touching his, and the voice was now beside him. It was a girl, her name was Kina Clause, she was an elf. She asked john, if he would like a hot bath.

He only nodded and she lead him to a warm bath, once he was done with that, she lead him to a table, where he was feed, a good meal. They talked for some time, before he asked the two young girls where their parents were. They both giggled at john's question, and asked if he would really like to meet them. Again he could only nod. They lead him to a small office and asked him to sit down once again and they would get their parents for him. A few moments later the room had ten small people in it. All said that they were the parents of Kina and, Devegan.

John was confused at first. They told him that they too were elves. The head elf, " his name was Bryan" told john that he was now in charge of elf land. Again john was confused. He asked them to explain, what they were talking about. And over the next four hours they told of how they knew who he was and when he would become the new Santa Klaus. They told john that since he was the only one left of his line. John then asked them how they knew that he had an uncle named, Cater Klaus.

Bryan, told of his father, Samuel, being the brother of Cater Klaus, and the now former Santa Klaus. He told of how they had, had a big fight about the only girl they both loved. Samuel and Meryta who were in love with each other, had left the north pole to find their own way in life. And every year they would send a gift to Cater with their love. Bryan told john that they had the true gift of love, that Christmas was all about. Cater would always become as happy as a child, after their gift arrived.

Then when john's parents had been killed by the drunk driver, Cater was never the same.

And slowly the Christmas sprit would only be for the younger children and the spirt of Christmas was dying with Cater. And last year he had gotten sick, and died just a week after his Christmas run. John asked; what that had to do with him.

Bryan told john that he was now Santa Klaus, and he would have to take over the Christmas run. John told Bryan that he didn't want to be Santa, he didn't have the heart that it took to truly be a good one. But Bryan, told john that he had the only heart that was big enough to do the job. John said; he needed time to think about all of what had been told to him.

Bryan told john that he had a month, to make up his mind, after that it wouldn't matter anymore.

John asked what he meant, and john was told that if he didn't do the job, that Christmas would be no more. John thought for day's and then weeks about all that he had been told. On the third week john made up his mind that he would try it just once, to see if he wanted to do it from then on. Bryan told john that he could try it, and that if he didn't like it then there would be no more Christmas.