When he woke up, he blinked a few times, blankly gazing at the minuscule creatures.
They were ... swarming.
And what was even more shocking, they pushed and pulled him, trying to get him out of bed.
"Ho, ho!", was all he could think of.
The pipsqueaks froze.
He eyed them sharply and boomed:
"Who are you - and what do you want?"
The dwarfish beings beheld him with rapt attention. Some whispered:
"He's awake. At last ..."
Then, very shyly and hesitantly, one - obviously female - miniature something came forth and in a thin, squeaky voice said:
"It's high time, Santa."