Claus Kitchen 6: Another day in Claus Workshop

This is the 6th in the series on Claus Kitchen.

Merry Christmas.

They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

( Lyrics from Micheal Jackson 'Beat It'. )

The man donned in the tight jeans and t-short would be more appropriate as it did not even cover his wide girth at the waist was trying to do a moon walk on the floor. He would had been successful in making it if not for the loose train wheels discarded in his path. Once he had his right soft suede shoe clamping onto the wheel, he was onto becoming  a fallen idol of pop.

Bang! He landed among the packaging wraps and ribbons. He tried to get up but the circumference of his waist adjusted his gravity point to elsewhere. His helpers came to assist but he's struck on the flooring for foreseen weight issues.

"Mama Claus, I need you!" He hollers for his love.

When I need you
Just close my eyes and I'm with you
And all that I so want to give you

It's only a heartbeat away

( Lyrics from When I need you by Celine Dion. )

The sweet voice came from the rear of the workshop as she waltz in; all dressed in her apron over her yellow pokka dot dress with the bandanna holding her bunched up hair above her foreheads. She stopped singing when she saw the man she loved lying on the flooring among the packaging materials.

"What in tarnation are you doing, Mr Claus? This is not the time wrapped yourself in ribbons." Mrs Claus was not amused. The man did once wrapped himself in a rid ribbon to surprised her during Valentine, thinking he's the rose of her heart. She pulled him up an d saw his dressing.

"OMG, do you think you can pass for Fonzie or John Travolta? You must be out of your pants in the fashion queue." Mama Claus was not amused. The last time he posed as John Travolta from the movie Grease, she had muscle aches in all the wrong areas; doing tango in the bed with their volume ain't exactly kama sutra by the book.

"No, Mama Santarina." He calls her that when he needs her to listen to his whims. "I was just trying to prep the elves up to speed up production of the toys for Christmas. Your last Thanksgiving dinner made them a little bit of a turkey."

Mama Claus looked at the elves on the production lines; they do looked like a flock of turkeys, all slow and drowsy looking. Guess the filling in the turkey was a taddy too much fats in it. She looked back at him and spited him back.

"You ain't one like them. You had the same meal as they did." Mama Claus strengthen her accusation with a finger pointed at the extended belly.

"I ain't the same; I got the stores for it but they do have it. So I thought I prep them up with some motivational songs." Santa smiled at his wife. "I did played the Chariot of Fire, but they got thinking on barbecue of the ribs. So I tried MJ favorite; Beat It but I did not reckon I would ger derail by that wheel."

Santa end up holding the wheel that threw him off balance. Mama Claus that her kitchen was the cause of the issue, and looking at the unassembled toys means a bleak Christmas for many children. She decided to tweat up things around. She stormed off into her kitchen and more clanging of the pots were heard by the working elves in the workshop. An elf walked up to Santa and asked him.

"What did you do? That sounds like the Omaha Landing coming on the Normandy Beaches in June 1944."

"Santa just shook his head and held onto his beard to await the possible invasion. Then he saw the procession of his love, as she comes in marching holding her roller pin followed by the pixies who assist her in the kitchen. They are singing joyously with these lines.

Mama Claus's lyrics:
The train, the dolls, the models, the bears
The toys that that lifts you when you're down
( Mama Claus does a juggle with the toys. )

Pixie's lyrics:
The headaches, the heartaches, the backaches, the flops
The Santa who chases you out down the aisle
( The pixies all go Vegas style with their synchronized high leg kicking routine. )

Mama Claus's lyrics:
The wrapping when your toy would mean a lot
( Mama Claus drops the toys and wrap the ribbon around Santa. )

Pixie's lyrics:
The unwrapping when children would not cry.

( The pixies all go Western style with their synchronized 'show them the butt' routine. )

Alls:
There's no workshop like Santa's shop.

Like no better fun I know
(The Elves woken from their slumber jumped onto the dancing and did a tango waltz with the pixies. )

Mama Claus's lyrics:
Everything about it is appealing
( Mama Clause leaned over needed too far to kissed Santa on his nose. )

Pixie's lyrics:
Every toy gets packed for someone.

( The pixies somersault to land with thir split legs routine and hands raised up high. )

Alls:
No where could you have that happy feeling

( The elves joined the pixies with a jump and body twist to stand behind the pixies.)

Alls:
There's no workshop like Santa's workshop
If you tell me it's so
Traveling through the snow nights is so thrilling
Standing out in front on opening chimneys
Smiling as you place the gifts there
And see the children smile there like lights
( They all sang thir hearts out to all the children of the world. )

Santa's Lyrics:

There's no elves like Santa's helper
They smile when they are low
Even with a turkey that you know will smile 
You won't be stranded without a toy
Since the elves wouldn't let you down
Let's go on with the work
Let's go on with the toys
The toys!
The toys!

( Santa grabbed Mama Claus to step forth for the standing ovation. )

( Adapted from Annie get your Gun ; There's no Business like Show Business. )

The elves clapped as they whizzed back to seat themselves at the tables and do their works. The pixies lined up in a row and marched out. As the last one walked to the doorway, she cooed out to the elf sitting there.

"See you tonight same time and place." The elf hit the hammer just a taddy too hard on his thumb instead. It was also then Mama Claus looked at Santa.

"I ought to think you got to get back to work. The kids we can consider later tonight." Poor Santa walked to his seat and settle for the next six hours of anticipation.

Such was life at Claus' place that day on early December.