When Wally asks me to punch him in the stomach, I try not to hold back. I let it rip. I set my feet like he taught me to, draw back my fist, and deliver a blow to the spot he's pointing at—right ... [+]
Translated by Wendy Cross
Once upon a time in the North Pole, Santa Claus realized he had a problem. Santa Claus was getting up there in age, and he was starting to get tired. His rheumatism and impressive plumpness had even prevented him sliding down some chimneys last year. Now that another year had come and gone, Santa was starting to feel a little nervous about being able to get everything done.
It didn't take long for the elves to begin whispering about how the present distribution and even Christmas itself were in grave danger. For the sake of boys and girls around the world, a solution must be found! A clever