Santa was speechless. The workshop was quiet.

Santa was speechless. The workshop was quiet. Nothing was happening. The elves were sipping beer and kicking."What the hell is going on here

-tics?!?" asked Santa. "Jesus's birthday isn't gonna celebrate itself!" But the elves had no plans of picking up their little elf mallets ever again; and without toys, Santa

was forced to hire scabs. He pushed out the elves into the artic cold and brought in the trolls. Although violent, they had keen eye for detail. The reindeer were nervous.

The elves then started freezing to death. However, the trolls were so focused on perusing details that they did not notice when the pointy-ear creatures regrouped in vengeance.

those days. Nowadays, Elves would never do that. In fact my friend Gary the Elf told me they are a bunch of sissies who have nothing to be proud of. If they beg for mercy now

then you don't even need to bother hittin' 'em. Stupid elves. No wonder the reindeer took over Santa's workshop in a mutual coup. They streamlined everything. Got it done reliably.

Dasher took over the production line and Rudolph commandeered Distribution; who needed the elves? But when things got too efficient, Santa started to wonder if he were next to go.

Santa started to plan how he would finish off the reindeer to protect his livelyhood. After all what else could he do? Age discrimination what it is these days

is what it is these days. Except for what it is on other days. Either way, the point I was trying to make is that age discrimination is a natural and expected result our biology.