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October 22, 2077Edit
I called the mall today to ask when I could start working my Santa gig. They gave me the runaround, said they weren't gonna have a Santa at all this year, but they'd call me if they need me.
What a bunch of crap! I called Tommy and he said the real reason they didn't want to hire me was because I "always smelled like whiskey" and that I "took this whole Santa thing a bit too seriously."
I've been the number one rated mall Santa in the Commonwealth three years in a row. You know why? It's my DEDICATION. People don't come to see Santa, they come to see ME!
I've been training all year for this. I'm gonna march down there in full costume tomorrow and give them a piece of my mind. Remind them why I'm the best.
October 23, 2077Edit
Holy crap! They actually did it! They dropped the big one! I came down here to lay into the office manager about firing me from my Santa gig, but just as things were getting good, warnings came over the radio and the whole place starts shaking.
I shoved everyone out of the way and locked myself in some kinda concrete storage room. I keep hearing commotion outside but I'm not moving a muscle until I know it's safe.
December 14, 2077Edit
It's been almost 2 months since everything fell apart. I've been surviving off of leftover bits of food here in the mall and laying low. I must've gotten hit with some radiation, because I've developed some kind of rash that's getting worse and worse. Hands are starting to look like cooked meat.
The weird thing is, I feel great! Better than ever. Some idiot tried to break in here to steal some food, but I bashed his head in with a plastic candy cane.
I can't trust anyone anymore. And I mean ANYONE.
This building is practically a fortress, so I'm staying put. "Santa's workshop" is what I'm calling it. Christmas is almost here! I can feel the joy in the air!
December 20, 2184Edit
How the hell have I lived so long? It must be destiny! IT'S BEEN ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN YEARS OF CHRISTMAS!! I AM TRULY THE ONE AND ONLY IMMORTAL SANTA CLAUS!!
October 12th, 2287Edit
Super Mutants just took over Fallon's! I normally shoot anyone who wanders through those doors, or sick my boy Rudolph on them, but I know better than to fight those things.
I've had to move out into the loading dock behind the building and hope they eventually leave. A garage is no place for Santa Claus! Santa needs his workshop back! I need a plan!