When Santa slew this thing at the beginning of time, its residual hatred spilled into the snow in the fields. Over the centuries it condensed into a snowman that grew so tremendous that it could eat the sun and moon. Only by offering Santa milk and cookies once a year can we make him strong enough to defeat this monstrosity.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Actually different cultures each have their own version of Santa Claus or some sort of equivalent, so there's actually an entire group of magical individuals ("snow mages", if you prefer), most of whom go by the name of "Santa Claus", located in various parts of the North Hemisphere (or Heaven in some cases), and deliver presents to the children of their respective assigned countries. And yes, it's entirely possible, and in fact probable, that these individuals are all immortal.
As for Mrs. Claus I'm not sure if that's just an American thing, but if not then that's probably a pseudonym used by various individuals as well.
Idk about Frosty but I like whatstheirface's theory:
When Santa slew this thing at the beginning of time, its residual hatred spilled into the snow in the fields. Over the centuries it condensed into a snowman that grew so tremendous that it could eat the sun and moon. Only by offering Santa milk and cookies once a year can we make him strong enough to defeat this monstrosity.
Frosty the Snow man is the quintessential display of the concept of the fleeting time and emotion of christmas.
Santa as a being is meant to be understood as existing and working all year, so even though his presence is only on the christmas evening, his gaze is meant to be felt throughout the entire year.
But Frosty's existence is tied literally to the season.
The Mysterious Ballerina and her Tree Stump Ghosts
Santa and his elves work day and night in their workshop to produce new and exciting toys and inventions to keep Christmas fresh every year, in contrast to the stale gingerbread house they find themselves living in.
Once upon a bleak mid November, a very tired and overworked elf, rushing to fulfill his gift quota before the month was out (as these things have to be finalised before the beginning of December to allow correct present allocation once the 3rd and final draft of the Naughty/Nice list is compiled by the Executive Worthiness Commission (nominally headed by Santa himself, often delegated due to his hectic schedule as CEO of GrottoCorp.)) attempted to use fairy magic to speed up sewing a hat for a wooden doll he had just completed (presumably due to an unfamiliarity with the canon of Goethe) and accidentally exceeded the recommended dosage by well over 150% in his exhausted state. To his horror, the residual magic in the hat brought the doll to life.
To avoid the consequences of his act, he at once snuck into the Present Dispersal Room (authorised personnel only) and fired the hat and doll separately (to avoid suspicion being roused if they were both found together) at random coordinates. The doll landed in a woodcarver's studio in a Italian village, while the hat was buried in a snowdrift somewhere in (I presume) North America. The next day, the latter was found by a group of children building a snowman, and the rest, as they say, was history.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
Christmas is in a cold season, but Frosties are delicious all year round! Come get them at your local Wendy's™! please note that Miko is not affiliated with Wendy's
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
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Once upon a bleak mid November, a very tired and overworked elf, rushing to fulfill his gift quota before the month was out (as these things have to be finalised before the beginning of December to allow correct present allocation once the 3rd and final draft of the Naughty/Nice list is compiled by the Executive Worthiness Commission (nominally headed by Santa himself, often delegated due to his hectic schedule as CEO of GrottoCorp.)) attempted to use fairy magic to speed up sewing a hat for a wooden doll he had just completed (presumably due to an unfamiliarity with the canon of Goethe) and accidentally exceeded the recommended dosage by well over 150% in his exhausted state. To his horror, the residual magic in the hat brought the doll to life.
To avoid the consequences of his act, he at once snuck into the Present Dispersal Room (authorised personnel only) and fired the hat and doll separately (to avoid suspicion being roused if they were both found together) at random coordinates. The doll landed in a woodcarver's studio in a Italian village, while the hat was buried in a snowdrift somewhere in (I presume) North America. The next day, the latter was found by a group of children building a snowman, and the rest, as they say, was history.