Peter was your average high schooler, hard worker but always preferred a cushie life style.
One day as he was walking home, he heard what sounded like sleigh bells behind an allyway. Curious he investigated and saw what appeared to be an old wooden door. As he turned the knob a bright flash blinded him.
Peter woke up and found himself standing in a field of nothing but beautiful snow as far as he could see. Infront of him was a large mansion with festive decorations everywhere. "Kudos to the person who did that." Chuckled Peter.
Starting to get cold from the snow, he bolts to the mansion front door and swings it open.
Inside was a main hallway with a flight of large stairs in the center. Above it hanging off the wall was a large portrait of jolly fat man with a white beard and red suit. Next to him was a plump, pear shape old woman in a red housedress, she was wearing moon shape glasses and her hair was styled in a silver bun. She was draped in beautiful red cloak.
"Who lives in a place like this, Saint Nick or something?". Peter asked sarcastically to himself...
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