This christmas Santa has been putting all of his effort into training.
He has taken off the red suit and put on his golden set of armour.
He is ready for his newest challenger.
Last year while he was delivering presents.
A new enemy emerged from the charcoal of the fireplace.
Last year this enemy deterred santa from delivering presents to a nice little girl.
Later in the night Santa arrived at the little girl’s house with the presents.
He slid down the chimney and put out the lively fire.
As Santa placed some of the toys around the tree,
The dangerous snowman approached from the shadows.
No one had ever been such a worthy adversary for santa.
As The snowman approached santa thought about his past battles.
He thought about all of his victories including
The fight with the abominable snowman and also his battle with the elves.
Now Santa had gained great confidence after he reflected on his past victories.
He felt a burst of confidence within himself;
Now he could defeat Frosty the Snowman with ease.
The two moved closer to each other very slowly studying their opponents movements.
They moved around waiting for each other to make the first move.
However Santa paused for a moment gathering his energy for the first strike.
The room fell completely silent and the two stood their.
In the blink of an eye Santa had made his move.
Before Frosty even had time to react santa was already behind him.
Santa had gained the upper hand by getting the opening strike,
However the battle would not be won that easily.
The two were locked in hand to hand combat,
even after ten minutes of fighting neither one was gaining any ground.
Santa decided he could not win this battle alone.
Frosty was just too powerful a foe for Santa to defeat alone.
Santa began to mumble underneath his breath asking for help from the Almighty Father.
After a couple of seconds Santa felt his hand starting to become alive;
Santa’s Fist began to glow like a fire in a chimney on Christmas Day.
Santa finally had enough power to defeat Frosty.
Santa punched Frosty with the power of the Creator.
Frosty flew through the wall of the house on to the sidewalk of the street.
As Frosty laid there he said “i'll be back one day to get my revenge.”
Then Frosty melted away into the dark depths of the sewers.
Santa had won yet another battle;
after the battle he went over to the shining plate and ate the milk and cookies.
Santa went back up to the roof and got into his gilded sled.
Santa the flew off into the distance to his kingdom in the north.