“Lets kill Santa!!!” all the elves exclaimed as the eldest elf walked up to the podium. When the eldest elf got to the podium he started to say in a raspy but enthusiastic voice, “I don’t know about you guys but i’m sick and tired of Santa getting all the media attention and we are just left here. We work day and night to get him ready for his big night. While we are all sweating and making toys for all the little children in this world, Santa is just up in his comfy abode grooming his beard.” He stepped down from the podium with the crown in a roar. They would execute Santa after he goes to bed that night. It was time Santa was was asleep. Every little Elf in the North Pole stormed his room and stabbed him to death with miniature swords.