[ WP ] You are Santa Clause going over your list . Names are not moving from nice to naughty or vice versa , they are disappearing .

Another name disappeared. 
 
 Sigh... `` I miss the old days more then ever, Stanley.'' 
 
 `` What's that?'' said the elf, barely looking up from his pile. 
 
 `` When kids asked for Xboxes, snow boards, or dolls. You know, Toys. It feels we are n't much more then a pharmacy now.'' 
 
 `` We exist to give the kids want they want, boss. Ca n't choose for'em.'' The elf put his finishing touches on the box, tied the bow, and glanced at the tag. `` Suzy Schumacker wants her medicine.'' 
 
 Another sigh... `` What they want,'' he mused, `` I'm delivering only what they need, Stanley.'' He checked the seal on the potassium iodide to make sure it was n't broken, then reached for the wrapping paper. As he turned back, the box of pills had vanished. 
 
 A third sigh, and Santa checked his list again. Samuel Edward Johnson was no longer there. He double checked, glancing at the naughty side as well. But he knew the truth of it. Gritting his teeth, he moved down the list. 
 
 Samuel Francis Johnson 13 ( m ) Trenton, NJ: amoxicillin, blankets, my mom to come home. 
 
 Santa reached into the staging area to grab the next bottle of pills when Gertrude poked her out of C & C. `` Boss, we've plotted a course around the London Cloud. It increases our journey by 4 minutes 37 seconds. But, with this years 17 % drop in clients, we are still 13 minutes 11 seconds ahead of schedule.'' 
 
 Stanley glanced up from his station. `` I still think we can add another present this year, boss. We have the time and capacity.'' 
 
 No sigh this time. No reaction at all. Santa was looking at the enormous golden framed picture on the wall. The face in the frame had been crying for over three years now. So much, that the bottom of the canvas was starting to rot and fray. 
 
 `` We do n't have the power, Stanley.'' A news feed on the north monitor flashed and went dark. Santa glanced back at his list. More than 75 names had disappeared. 
 
 Still no sigh, but a glance back up to the framed picture. The tears were still coming, but now they were red. 
 

