Mr and Mrs Santa Claus thought about renaming their housing cluster something to distinguish it from the rest of Shittimstan. There was now a lego house, a pringle house and a donut house.
Mrs Santa Claus suggested Utopia but Santa thought it was too much like the neighbouring village Dystopia.
The only other name Mrs Claus considered was Evereverland 2. You cant name it that dear, said Santa. Thats not how the postal code system works in Shittimstan. You will confuse everyone.
Oh then how about New Evereverland?
Thats sounds perfect.
So it was decided. Mrs Claus contacted her old friend Camilla on Huh? (Shittimstans lo-fi version of Whats app) to tell her the news that she was now living in New Evereverland and to fwd all interesting parcels there.
Camilla was a bit annoyed that her best friend had moved even further away for she was planning on getting her husband to annexe New South Wales so she could live near Evereverland when he announced his retirement.
Is this a permanent move? Asked Camilla. Make sure you get a treaty signed. Otherwise, according to the Shittimstanians, it didnt happen.
Camilla looked at her framed marriage certificate hanging on the wall. She had to have it up there, in writing otherwise people wouldnt believe that she was actually married to the King. She was planning on getting all her monograms changed and her royal portrait done, and they would take pride of place in the royal palaces while Charles first wifes portraits would be taken down and and auctioned off for charity. She had been very busy the past few days peparing for the launch of her own book the too good to be true story.
Mrs Santa Claus assured her it was all legit, that they were offered the land, in return for a couple of carrots and they had dealt with some very smart guinea pigs.