...Snow. Nothing but miles and miles of pure white snow. In the distance, he could see what looked like a small light. It was heavily snowing though, so all he could see was the light and nothing else but snow.
He walked towards the light, wondering if he had died in his sleep. He was beginning to get cold though, and he wouldn't have been able to last much longer, as he suddenly collapsed in the snow.
Some time later, he awoke slowly. He looked around, to figure out where he was, again. He was lying on a nice comfy couch, in front of a cozy fireplace. He figured someone must have been close by when he collapsed, and brought him to shelter.
The house he was in was very elaborate. It looked like a house right out of a Christmas card. He could see decorations of all kinds around the room that had to do with Christmas. Normally he would have thought something was weird, but it was of course close to Christmas.
"Ho ho ho! So you're awake?" said a jolly sounding voice entering the room. "I'm glad you came, I have something I'd like to talk to you about."
The man who the voice belonged to had now entered the room fully, giving Jack a full view of him. The man looked like a Christmas card Santa! The fluffy white beard, rosy red nose, and a belly like a bowl full of jelly! He was wearing red suspenders and red pants to match, along with a white button-up shirt.
"Who the hell are you, and where am I?" Jack spat back.
"Ho ho ho! Why, you don't even remember me do you Jack?" he said in his still jolly tone. "I'm Santa Clause! And you're in the North Pole!"
"You can't be... he doesn't exist." Jack said arguing.
"Oh but I do," he said with a sparkle in his eyes. "Anyway, let's get down to business. The reason why I wanted you here is because of just that. You don't believe in me."
"Yeah... so?" Jack questioned. "What does it matter if I don't believe in Santa. I'm 32 years old! I outgrew that long ago..."
"Ah, but you're wrong." he answered jolly as ever. "You can never outgrow believing in magic. That's why you are here now. To serve time, and help me as I see fit, until you believe."
"What do you mean by that??" Jack asked, not wanting to hear the answer.
"I have my magic present sack here," he said as he pulled it out from behind the couch Jack was lying on. "You're going to pull something out of here, and whatever it gives you will be the job you'll be helping with."
"No way am I gonna do that!" Jack shouted at Santa.
"You will, or you won't be able to get home," he said.
So, Jack gave in after they argued back and forth a couple times and went to the sack to grab the item that would determine his job. He reached inside and what he pulled out horrified him. It was...