Greg was your average teen. He had just finished his final year at high school and believed he has paid his dues. His mother on the other hand obviously thought otherwise.
"Just because you finished doesn't mean you're done young man. Since you didn't apply for college, your next step would be to get a job." Said his mother with a stern look and a hand on her hip."
"Really? what can I do?" Greg say while laying on the couch like a slug.
"Well, cooking is something that you seem to be exceptional at cooking, why not apply for some restaurant?" Suggested his mother.
"k, k" Greg sighed as his mother left the room hoping he got the message.
"This blows, I can't be bothered going out to find work. I wish work would come to me." Greg complained as he continue to lay on the couch watching telly.
Somewhere in the farther regions of the North pole stood a simple cottage, decorated with festive green and red lights. In one of the windows was a jolly plump woman who was somewhere in her 60's. She was dressed in a red velvet housecoat that fell just past her knees. Her dress was lined with fur at the hem, cuffs and the scoop neck neckline.She was wearing white apron over his housedress. Her silver white hair was styled in a simple bun and she wore half moon glasses. She was no ordinary woman. She was Mrs Clause and she was scrolling through people visions like a tv, she was looking for someone to be a her replacement. She loved her job but she couldn't do it forever, as she scrolled through people she overheard Greg about his plight and smiled.
"So you're looking for work eh? I know you're cooking skills are superb. Baby, you are it!" She smiled giving her plush booty a shimmy in excitement.
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