[ WP ] After a screw up occurs at the post office , Santa starts receiving damned souls while Satan is stuck with thousands of wish lists .

Santa stared into the glowing miasma of the glass jar that had been delivered to his workshop erroneously. 
 
 The glass jar went from floor to ceiling and inside it swirled green and red mists, occasionally flashes of what looked lie lightning flashed deep within the mass. If you squinted the constantly churning clouds resolved to faces... and none of those faces had a happy expression. 
 
 `` So... you're saying that the devil himself is getting my notes, and I'm getting his deliveries?'' 
 
 The ancient glowing entity that made santas mail runs shrugged. It's graceful angelic wings shaking loose the dust of the firmaments, that loks like glowing glitterr raining from the lucious white wings. 
 
 `` HO HO HO'' he laughed nervously. 
 
 Santa had never had to take care of souls before. As of this mornings invoice he had millions and millions of souls in his care in that damned, literally, tube. 
 
 `` Do I have to do anything special with them? Is there care and feeding instructions?'' 
 
 the entity shook its head no, its great glowing eyes inquisative. 
 
 `` Keep them? I do n't know... i do n't know if the north pole can neccessarily form a legit part of the afterlife. We almost got discovered by a polar bear conservationist last winter. It'd certainly throw a spanner into the works if humanity discovered santa was real, and that damned souls went to the north pole when they died.'' 
 
 Santa paused.. 
 
 `` Well it'd certainly spoil christmas at the very least.'' 
 
 The silent entity smiled. 
 
 `` You're right, old jack scratch wo n't mind the letters, they will only fuel the hellfire. We can always use the backup letters from last year like we did during the blitz, and most of our stuff is starting to come in through the email address anyway...'' 
 
 Santa ran his caullused hand over the glass. It was warm to the touch, and gave off a faint pulse like a heartbeat. 
 
 `` Say... What sins are these poor souls guilty of to get sent to the devil?'' 
 
 A glowing scroll appeared in front of santa. While it was n't as thorough as his naughty and nice list, it was certainly telling. 
 
 `` Sex? disobeying the sabbath? Unbaptizedd... what sort of nonsense is ths? I dont see murderers, I do n't see rapists, I see peope who slipped up in the religious rules, I see....'' 
 
 Santas eyes glinted. 
 
 `` You know, as part of my purview, I can deliver anything to anyone in creation. I have a free pass, to come and go as I please. Even to the halls of heaven itself'' 
 
 The entity cocked its head, its great blond curly locks fell around its face in glowing heaps. 
 
 `` I think I know what these poor souls are getting for christmas this year.'' 

