"Hohoho…"
"Rudolph… You did well."
A bearded man garbed in what is essentially red-and-white felt pajamas gives the reindeer a rub on his shiny red nose.[1]
[1] This is a Reference to the popular Christémas song "Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer"
He gives some affectionate pats to the rest of the other 8 reindeers (who are trotting around looking pleased with themselves) and seamlessly hiding the fact that he forgot their names as they weren't popularized in song lyrics.
[A/N: Never fear, You knew I couldn't just leave you hanging ✨Apparently Santa's original reindeer names are Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Dunder, Blixem from an 1823 Poem - with the names Dunder and Blixem apparently taken from a Dutch Oath for "Thunder and Lightning" ⚡️in addition to Rudolph which is from a 1939 story - how educational! 🫢✨]
"Dashing through the snow… on a one-horse open sleigh…
Being old means I actually forgot this next part…
But I'm still Laughing all the way…"
Nicklaus sees it! With the establishing of the Seven Deadly Sins Voodoo Link, his inhibitions have been drastically decreased, and His imagination, his memory, has suddenly been rekindled and ignited!
Ahhh… The glory days.
"Great great great great great… extremely great grandfather…" he murmurs.
His eyes, much like his memory, mist(s) over, as he thinks fondly back to the days of his youth, when he cosplayed as Santa Claus every Christmas for 25 consecutive years straight, thereby fulfilling a childhood dream and in the process, he hoped, doing his extremely great grandfather proud.
"-W-Was I a good Santa Claus…?!?!"
In Nicklaus' Mind, his hero and idol, the OG bearded, jolly looking fellow, who somehow had made wearing red and white pajamas, and breaking and entering into people's houses through their chimneys endearing and cool, gives him a glance, even as he first gave him a chance, that fateful day - to become a Santa Claus worthy of his name! And after which, his life was never the same!!!!!
Nicklaus Claus, in keeping with the trusty beloved character-building cliches that the esteemed readers had grown to love and expect from their hopefully favourite webnovel Rizzmaster: The Adventures of Bob 🤭✨ (Aww it… is!? Thank you, you are the best, good looking and talented esteemed reader 🤭💖) has of course never actually seen or met his 'extremely great grandfather' Santa, although he had admittedly regularly typed in "…What did St Nicholas of Myra look like?", "Santa Claus original face real 3D reconstruction authentic" and the like into Googlé Image Search and made little Christémas-themed collages of the results - which was, he supposed, back in the day, the closest he could get!?
(Had he been born later, he would have likely entertained the notion of creating an AI-powered 'recreation', hologram, or simulation of Santa to interact with, but of course this concept, and its probably cursed consequences, would likely be… touched upon in a later chapter… 👀✨)
Even so! In his induced, invigorated Imagination, St Nicholas of Myra, the Original Santa Claus, responds to his call, and crinkles his eyes into a warm squint.
"Yeah. Y-You were."
"You were The… uh…"
At this point, Author glances around, and spots a nearby poster which is advertising the latest Pokémoné game.
"…"
He looks meaningfully at the mental simulation of St Nick in Nicklaus' mind.
St Nick scowls back at him, but he knows he can't go against this, being a figment of Nicklaus and Author's imagination.
He sighs. Oh all right. $&@#… I'll say it…
"Nicklaus… you were the very best that there ever was..."
At this, Nicklaus' eyes tingle, with a sudden, hot moisture, and a single, solitary tear-d-escends and trails down, slowly, into his bunched-up bear-d.
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