Santa Claus was sick, and Mrs. Claus had to take his place. Before leaving, she asked:
Do I have to eat the cookies too?
Yes, it’s tradition,” Santa replied.

Mrs. Claus obeyed, and by the end of the night, her belly was enormous, so big she looked pregnant. When she returned, Santa burst out laughing.
You look like a stuffed turkey!

Furious, Mrs. Claus glared at him.
Oh, really? Well, now you’ll be the stuffing.

And without hesitation, she swallowed him whole. From that day on, there was only Mrs. Nole.

Santa Claus was sick, and Mrs. Claus had to take his place. Before leaving, she asked:
Do I have to eat the cookies too?
Yes, it’s tradition,” Santa replied.

Mrs. Claus obeyed, and by the end of the night, her belly was enormous, so big she looked pregnant. When she returned, Santa burst out laughing.
You look like a stuffed turkey!

Furious, Mrs. Claus glared at him.
Oh, really? Well, now you’ll be the stuffing.

And without hesitation, she swallowed him whole. From that day on, there was only Mrs. Nole.