After zapping some toys from Santa's workshop, Sabrina has to catch the next sleigh to the North Pole and roll up her sleeves in Santa's workshop.

In the enchanting world of the North Pole, where the spirit of Christmas reigns supreme, Santa Claus and his trusted helper, Jingles the elf, have shared an unshakable bond for years. Their friendship, forged through countless holiday seasons, embodies the very essence of the season. But when Jingles mysteriously disappears just days before Christmas, the joy of the holiday is thrust into uncertainty. Santa's Christmas Crisis is a heartwarming tale that reminds us of the importance of trust, the resilience of friendship, and the true magic of Christmas. Join Santa, Jingles, and a host of beloved characters on an adventure that reaffirms the enduring power of love and compassion, ensuring that the holiday season is filled with joy, unity, and the fulfillment of dreams.

When his workshop turns out imperfect toy boats, stuffed bears, and candy canes, Santa goes on a secret undercover mission to find the problem.

I remember a report some time ago extolling the health benefits of the vitamins found in sperm, with the advice that in preparation for having a healthy and intelligent baby, for some months before becoming pregnant a woman should swallow her partner's sperm. You can rest assured this report was compiled by a team of men. This has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact I set out to write a book entitled "49," a humorously light-hearted fly-on-the-wall look at my life from the day before my forty-ninth birthday to the day I hit fifty. A story of how I was coping with being too old for a mid-life crisis, counting the days tick down until the inevitable half-century. Should I be wearing socks with sandals; when would I start to enjoy pastimes that involved either binoculars, a fishing rod, making boats out of used matchsticks, a tandem bicycle or Morris dancing? Was I developing man-breasts, and more importantly, would the next woman I meet have bingo-wings? What pre-fifty pastimes would I be consigning to the dusty bin of life - wearing Ramones T-shirts and ogling young girls; my T-shirt definitely had to go. Maybe I wouldn't even make it to the end of the book; instead I'd meet my end running the Snowdonia Marathon. As it was I did make it to the end. Having spent a year writing "49" and many months trying to get a publishing deal without success, I started to write a blog. I pretty soon realised the missing ingredient - sex: sex sells. Post a good title and you have a success; mention anal sex and you have a best-seller. Without a second thought I changed the book title to "Sperm, Wonderful Sperm!" and quickly contacted an online print-on-demand publisher. This is the result...