Last year, Santa got Microsoft Office for X-Mas. Part 4

Mrs. Claus had finally settled down and Santa was finally allowed back onto his computer. It was sometime in mid-December.

Usually by this time the elves and Santa were completely through with making toys and trinkets and they spent their time wrapping gifts.

But with the computer complications (and the being grounded by his wife), Santa was a few days behind.

So he worked some major overtime and was finally catching up when there was a knock on his door.

"Mormons," Santa grumbled. "Dear, would you get that?"

The front door opened, Santa heard Mrs. Claus conversing with a man or two, then footsteps. They grew louder until they were behind Santa.

"Are you Santa Clause?" A man's voice asked harshly. "AKA Christopher Kringle?"

Santa spun his chair around to face two older men in cheap suits. "Most people just call me Santa."

"Well then, Santa, we need your computer," the balding man said.

"And we need you to come with us," his hairier cohort added.

There was a confused moment of silence while the jolly old elf and the two cops stared at one another. Then Ms. Claus entered the room. "What is this?"

The bald man, obviously the more senior of the two cops, answered first. "Your husband, ma'am, is under arrest for child indecency."

"We have proof that he's been conversing with minors via the internet," the other cop hissed. "Little girls and boys."

Santa gaped. "That's my job. I'm Santa!"

The bald man grabbed Santa's arm and turned him around. "It's best not to fight, Claus."

Mrs. Claus started to sob. "Just do what they say. Be good for goodness sake!"

A few moments later, nine reindeer and thirty elves lined the snowy path in front of the North Pole cottage as a cuffed Santa Claus was placed in the back of a squad car.

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