Hey guys, sorry I haven't been on for a bit. Things have gotten really hectic in real life, and I've been trying to tackle it. But I should be posting a few more of these soon, since seeing you guys liking them and reading reviews really makes me happy. :)

North considers himself a fairly tolerant man. After all, one has to be tolerant if they're going to deal with yetis and elves and a grumpy rabbit and a mischievous frost sprite on a somewhat daily basis.

But if there's one thing he can't tolerate, it's people messing with his beard.

He's Nicholas Saint North. He's Santa Claus. The beard comes with the territory. A clean shaven Santa Claus… well, that just doesn't exist, does it?

He supposes he should be thankful that it's not completely gone. Even though he doesn't have any himself, at least Jack respects that it took him a good long while to grow something this magnificent.

However, he would be having a stern talk with the frost sprite.

This was Christmas, not Halloween.

There was no reason why his beard should look like the Christmas version of a candy corn.

He strokes the white hairs at the tip, moving up to the red stripe in the middle, and then the green at the top. It had been styled with some kind of gel, no longer bushy and majestic – instead, a very triangular shape.

It was festive, he would give Jack that. But not exactly his style.

He smirks as he strokes the colored strands. Still… he could work with it for a bit…

"Bunny! I am trying something new! Come have look!"