The dashboard screen buzzed with a bright red light and Mister Claus leaned forwards to turn it on. The round smiling rosy features of Missus Claus looked up at him from the screen.
“How are you doing dear?”
“Splendid!” Mister Claus declared jovially as his sleigh raced across the sky. “I've finished the British Isles and Western Eurupe, I'm heading to Scandinavia next!”
“Be careful,” Missus Claus said worriedly. “You know what they're like up there.”
“Hohoho,” Mister Claus chuckled cheerily. “Oh I know, have no fear dearest. I brought all the usual countermeasures.”
A loud roar reached his ears then, echoing across the snowy mountains as Mister Claus' smile lessened in a sigh.
“Forgive me my dear, but one of the beasts is on its way. I'll call you when the business is finished.”
“Take care, don't hurt the poor brute.” Missus Claus entreated.
“I shall not, I assure you.”
The call ended, the screen darkening as Mister Claus raised his whip and cracked it in the air.
“On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner, Rudolph and Blitzen!”
The reindeer accelerated, galloping onwards across the snowy mountaintops as the beating flap of great wings sounded behind. Mister Claus turned his head as he held the reins in his one hand and lowered his whip.
“Onwards! Dash away dash away all!”
Another bellowing roar split the frigid night air as the stars glittered overhead. The great dragon rose up in pursuit, it's great maw opening wide as a gout of flame issued forth over the back of the sleigh which dove away towards the glistening white mountaintops below. Mister Claus looked over his shoulder once more to see that the dragon was diving after the sleigh. It was this moment he had been waiting for as he reached for a panel labeled with all sorts of Christmas confectionery creations.
Selecting the button that read 'CUSTARD' the rear of the sleigh made a rather rude sound as a stream of pale substance spewed out its backside and into the face of the encroaching dragon. The beast bellowed furiously as it tried to get the delicacy out of its eyes, shaking its head wildly.
Mister Claus laughed merrily as he pushed a second button labeled 'PUDDING'.
“And now for the Christmas pudding!” he declared heartily.
With a loud BLOOP a great circular pan was expelled from the rear of the sleigh, slamming into the blinded dragon's head. The great beast veered away, its head now covered in pudding and custard alike as it struggled to remain airborne and winged its way downwards as Mister Claus waved cheerily.
“To the height! To the slope! Now on into the night! A merry Christmas to all!”
And with that, the sleigh resumed its ascent into the starlit sky as it soared upwards and high above the craggy mountain peaks.