Lana Johnson

Sam Becker

Sean King

Benjamin Chandler

Adam Eivy

Chris Dodds

Phil Harwell

Jay Knowles

Jacob Sherman

English

You know the story is of Santa Claus this the story of Mrs.Claus also known as Susan Snow before she took Santa’s last name. This is her backstory.

Susan Snow was the stuff of legend. Many years ago she walked the arctic, thinly clad in polar bear hide, spear at her side, horn hanging from her neck. She had a tribe of her own who worshipped her. One night, the last before a full moon, they looked to her for guidance.

“We must become white bears.”, Susan said. “Think like them to hunt them better?”, asked a young man. “No, to become them. I mean what I say plainly. The white bears thrive on the tundra without shelter or fire. We must become them.”

It took 3 months to find a polar bear carcass, but after that, it was child's play to extract the serum from the dead bear's pituitary gland & distill its bear essence. Susan insisted she get the 1st dose. "If this works," she warned the man, "and I become a bear-woman, don't say

anything that could remind me I was human.”
Frank looked at Susan with dismay, “I don’t even know how I would do that. It’s not liked you’d speak English anymore. I’ll be right behind you.”
Susan took the vial and injected it into her neck. The effects were instantaneous.

She felt as though she’s been set on fire and screamed before crumpling to the ground. Her limbs spasmed and the crunch of bones cracking as they twisted into a new configuration caused Frank to vomit.

“Get a hold of yourself, Frank,” said Ethel. “You’re acting as if you’ve never seen this before.”
“Stay out of this, Ethel!” Frank screamed. “I don’t wanna hear another word outta you!”

Ethel and Frank stood in silence for what appeared to be an eternity, before they got at each other. They were not playing nice. She bit his arm and frankly he let out a piercing cry, but then Frank managed to tackle Ethel to the ground. Someone walked into them, then walked out.

“Nope. What they do in the confines of their own home is not my business.” Frank and Ethel laid there confused. Then they started again. This time Ethel managed to roll over and pin Frank to the ground. How the tables have turned. She went close to his face. “You take that back.”

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