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Santa had one job: slide down chimneys with ease, but this year, he miscalculated. Now, he's wedged halfway down a chimney, legs flailing like a confused elf on holiday break. As he mutters "Ho, ho, help me!" the reindeer outside exchange worried glances, while the cat in the living room ponders if this is the perfect time for a nap. Meanwhile, Mrs. Claus is just finishing a batch of cookies, blissfully unaware that her husband is now the latest addition to the house’s festive decor. Next year, Santa’s definitely sticking to rooftops and avoiding the chimney buffet!