Santa Karyn: Jon Doesn't Want to Be Mrs. Claus

"How's this even possible, dearie?" Jon asked Santa Karyn, cringing when he (or rather _she_) had uncontrollably added "dearie" to the end of that sentence. "For a little while now, I think since I started high school, I've been getting this feeling that I could choose someone to be my wife, when in this form. That it would even somehow increase my abilities or something. Now that I've done it, I think I can feel my powers increasing." "But why did you pick _me_, dearie?" Jon asked, cringing again. Jon didn't like this body. It was chubby, alien, and old. "Well, who else would I pick to be my wife?" "I don't know, maybe an actual woman!" Jon yelled. She frowned. "I thought you'd be happier about this. I know you have feelings for me. I just made it so that we'll be together forever. Isn't that what you always wanted?" "Yes, but I didn't want to be an old woman!" Jon yelled. Santa Karyn sighed. "Fine ..."