Once upon a winter in space, a tiny droid was tossing and turning all night in his bed, for the next morning was Christmas and Santa was suppose to arrive in his snow speeder with presents galore. But this little droid wasn't quite so sure if Santa was coming. The lack of faith wasn't really in Santa's attendance but in his existence. The little droid had been told Santa was a droid, and some said he was a human, and that Santa was a Wookiee, and that Santa was an Ewok, and some had even believed because of his rumored weight, that Santa was a Hutt.

This had upset the little droid because he very much so wanted to believe in Santa. But every year the stories of Santa grew taller, and the little droid wasn't so little anymore, and was beginning to think that the realistic possibilities of a Santa Claus were thinner than his wires. He started think (out loud) how Santa's snow speeder was supposed to arrive on the houses on planets that didn't have snow? And how come every year that JX-70 punk kept getting great gifts even though the little JX-70 wasn't ever, throughout the year, good? And how come the same gifts that Santa's elf creatures create are found in every Toys-R-Us on the little droid's planet? And what is a reindeer and how come that thing can fly? And where is this North Pole place supposed to be located? And seriously what is this visiting all the people in the universe in one night bullflop? And how many names does one creature need, Santa Claus, Chris Cringle, St. Nick? And what is this chimney business? And how does Santa, an old, fat, jolly, bearded whatever-he-is, find the strength to do this every year, and have time to visit all these malls, how does he not die after all these years in the business?

Soon after, the little droid grew weary of questioning Santa and rested his head. He awoke bright and early on Christmas morning to see that under the tree there was nothing but a card, and it read:

If you don't believe in me, what is the point?

Then the little droid had known he shouldn't have questioned such an almighty being as Santa Claus. He hung his head in shame and headed for his bed, when all of the sudden he looked up and what was standing there before him...none other than the one and only Santa. He was just like his father had described him. He was positive that Santa was a droid. Santa said in his deep voice, "Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas. Don't worry sonny, I wouldn't have left you out, I just wanted to make sure you knew that I exist. All your presents are in here," he handed the little droid a big red sack, "I've got more in my snow speeder, now run along."

When the Santa Claus saw that the little droid was distracted by all the new toys he had to play with, Santa crept into the parents bedroom, climbed out of the Santa Claus outfit and said to his wife "He's got a few more years left in him before the news should be broken to him. In the mean time...it's Christmas!"

The End

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