So we go back to our young hero, and he's still walking on the street.

At night!

So Lawrence passes a moving van, and is walking to his house when he sees a creepy old dude in a red suit sitting on a porch. The dude has the sickest jolly white beard, and is fat.

Oh, so fat!

He has a pipe in his mouth, like any jolly old dude who sits on his porch watching children. One of those without a pipe is like a pirate without a peg leg: an incredibly crappy example of one. Lawrence wasn't weirded out by some jolly red man watching his every motion. Probably because the unnamed town he lived in was incredibly weird. The local hospital had a special ward for people puking out their own retinas. It's called "The Retinalupchuckius Ward" Retinalupchuckius Syndrome recently had an epidemic in the unnamed town. Enough talking about RS, let's get to some plot thickening!

Lawrence continued walking. When did he even stop? The jolly red creeper beckoned to him. Lawrence walked up as a moving van passed by.

"What do you want, Methuselah!" Lawrence said, in a rather pissed-off tone.

"I am Santa. Not Methuselah."

"Santa? Santa Claus? This aint a Christmas story!" shouted Lawrence, in an even more pissed-off tone.