Santa’s Sparkling Farewell

Santa just downed another glass of milk and handful of cookies when it happened.

A fart. Loud enough to rattle the stockings hanging above the fireplace. He froze,

eyes wide, hand still clutching the empty glass. Then he started giggling.

That deep belly laugh that shakes his whole frame. The giggling got louder,

more uncontrollable, until suddenly his entire body began to glow. Bright white light

poured from his suit, his beard, his boots. And then he just

exploded. Not violently, but beautifully. Millions of tiny sparks,

like fireflies made of pure starlight, swirling around the living room. They danced for