Speaker 1: Carli Claus in the snow, making magic as she goat
raindeer wading in a road, sparkle lights anistletoe.
Speaker 2: North poles shining oh so bright. Carli dances through the night,
gingerbread and Coco too, everything she loves to do. Carli Claus,
She's got the cheer, spreading joy through all the candy.
Kane's a slave belts ring every heart. It's a gift, sheapring.
Speaker 3: Raising Karl, it was a gift, truly. You know, sometimes
I hear other mothers talk about the challenges they face
raising their kids, how they worried about this or that,
or how the world was always pushing back against them.
But with Carl, things were different. Maybe it was because
we lived in North Pole City, where the spirit of
Christmas touches everything, or maybe we were just lucky. But
Carl never had to face the hardships that others might have.
You see, Carl's by racial But the beautiful thing about
our world is that it didn't matter. He was always accepted,
always loved for exactly who he was. From the moment
he was born, he could be anything he wanted to be.
He was surrounded by love and magic and the world
never told him he didn't belong. There was no racism,
no division. It was as if the North Poles magic
made sure that Carl saw only the good in people,
and they saw the good in him. He grew up
knowing he could chase any dream he had, and he did.
Carl's always been smart, Smarter than me, smarter than his
father in some ways. He had this knack for figuring
things out, whether it was solving puzzles as a kid
or understanding how the toy workshop worked when he got older.
The Elves used to joke that he'd be running the
place by the time he was fifteen if we weren't careful.
But it wasn't just brains. He was athletic too. He
could run with the reindeer, play in the snow for
hours and never tire. He even picked up hockey for
a while, though in true Carl fashion, he was more
interested in figuring out the physics behind the putt than
actually scoring goals. But what really sets Carl apart is
his heart. He's always had such a loving nature. When
he was little, he'd follow his father around the workshop,
not because he wanted anything, but because he just loved
being close to him. Soaking up whatever he could. He
has this way of making people feel seen, of understanding
them even when they're not sure what they need. It's
something I've always admired in him. He's got this kindness
that seems to radiate from him, and it's made him
not just a good son, but a good Honestly, I
had it easier than most mothers. I think Carl made
parenting feel effortless. He was never the kind of kid
who got into trouble, never calls heartache or worry. He
was focused, driven, and full of love. He was the
kind of child who, even at a young age, seemed
to know who he was and what he wanted. And now,
at twenty one, I see the same qualities in him.
He's still that smart, athletic, loving boy, but now he's
ready to take on the world, ready to carry the
Clause legacy forward. I know not everyone has it as
easy as we did, and I'm grateful every day for
the life we've built. Carl's a testament to the good
that can come from a world filled with love and acceptance,
where everyone can be who they're meant to be. And
I can't wait to see where his journey takes him.
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Speaker 2: Call it Claus. She's got the cheer, spreading joy through me.
Kenny Kane's a slave belts reading every heart's a gift,
sheep brings.
Speaker 3: Send its Soper, but she's more.
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side together on this slaveriety. Carlie Closs in the snow,
making magic as she goes, reindeer wading and roll, sparkle
lights and mistletoe North Colt shining. Also bright. Carlie dances
through the night, gingerbread, Coco too, everything she loves to do,
Holly class. She's got a chill spreading sort Babby candy
canes and slave belts ring every hearts a gifts sheep
brings Sanda's help.
Speaker 3: Her, but she's small.
Speaker 2: Collie's are knocking drum and as all waking side by
side together on the swing ride, small flakes falling. Claspry
Carlie claws by firelight, wrapping dreams, and when it's tight,
everything feels just right.