Santa sighed and deeply regretted eating that second mince pie. He wiggled but felt wedged against the sooty chimney wall.
‘Misty-Bell? Sparkle?’ he called, ‘I’m stuck!’
The elves giggled and white-gold glitter drifted downwards. The chimney expanded with a swoosh noise and Santa fell into the fireplace with a bang.
(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2018/11/20/twittering-tales-111-19-november-2018 with thanks).
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