“Oh dear,” said Mrs. Claus, when Santa woke up on Christmas Eve morning. “You don’t look so good. What is wrong?”
“I have a terrible toothache,” said Santa.
“Let me call the dentist,” said Mrs. Claus.
Santa went into the hallway and put his black winter boots on. Mrs. Claus called the dentist.
“And where do you think you are going?” asked Mrs. Claus, hanging up the phone.
“I am going out to the workshop,” said Santa.
“You are going straight back to bed until the dentist gets here,” said Mrs. Claus. “I will take care of the workshop.”
“I can’t,” said Santa. “It is Christmas Eve. There is too much to do.”
“And what do you think that cold air on your tooth is going to do to you?” asked Mrs. Claus, just before Santa opened the front door.
“Fine,” said Santa, getting a chill up his spine just thinking about cold winter air on his tooth.
Santa went upstairs and headed back to bed. Mrs. Claus went out to the workshop and got the elves organized for their busy day.
“I hope Santa’s tooth feels better,” said Billy Elf.
The dentist should be at the house now,” said Mrs. Claus. “I am sure Santa will be in tip-top shape for tonight.”
“We sure hope so,” said Billy.
Mrs. Claus went back up to the house. The dentist, Dr. Smith, had just finished with Santa.
“How is he?” asked Mrs. Claus.
“He is sleeping like a baby right now,” said R. Smith. “I had to pull out his molar.”
“What about his deliveries tonight?” asked Mrs. Claus. “Is he going to be okay to do them?”
“He should be okay in a few hours,” said Dr. Smith. “But, please don’t let him eat any cookies tonight.”
“He is not going to be very happy about that,” said Mrs. Claus.
“Well,” said Dr. Smith. “I can always come back just before he leaves and give him some laughing gas.”
“Good idea,” said Mrs. Claus.
Dr. Smith showed up just before midnight and gave Santa a shot of laughing gas. Santa went on his deliveries and every time he saw a cookie, he laughed so hard that he wouldn’t have been able to eat one even if he tried.
“Merry Christmas,” laughed Santa, as he rode his sleigh back home Christmas morning.”
“The good thing about that toothache,” said Mrs. Claus. “Is that you weren’t able to put on any weight because you didn’t eat any cookies.”
“No,” laughed Santa. “But, I did bring the cookies home with me.”
“Oh dear,” said Mrs. Claus. “Don’t eat them all at once or you will get another toothache.”
Each time Santa took a bite of a cookie he remembered that toothache so he didn’t finish it. Mrs. Claus and the elves couldn’t see them go to waste, so they finished them for him.
“Dear,” said Santa to Mrs. Claus one day. “Your dress seems to be getting a little tight on you.”
“Yes,” said Mrs. Claus. “It is from all those cookies you brought home.”
“You won’t have to worry about that next year,” said Santa. “I won’t bring them home with me.”
“Good,” said Mrs. Claus.
“I will be able to eat them at everyone’s houses instead,” said Santa, laughing.