It was rare this time of year that he was able to sit down and put his feet up on the tasseled hassock in his study. Which was why, as he settled into the cushy plumpness of his red velvet chair, Santa began mentally reviewing his to-do list for today. Did he really have time to enjoy his peppermint hot cocoa, or had he forgotten something that would require his attention?

( The List )

Forseti enjoyed his daily walks more than anything. Mostly because that was the one time he had the world to himself. The world, of course was actually full of people, but to him it was empty. Just him, his dog, and a long stretch of pathways engraved into the dirt by him and everyone who had walked these paths before him. The parks were nearly empty at this hour of the morning, and considering the threatening chill of late fall, early winter, they were even more empty than normal.

Which pleased him in a way he couldn't describe. Forseti had been alone for a long time. Not alone in the sense of he was a loner and had no friends. He even still had family. But that close bond between father and son had been severed so long ago. Between Mother and Son, gone. He had no brothers to share his thoughts with. No sisters to share them with either. So a lot of his time alone, when you could not call upon friends, or the family he had left, was spent with his dogs.

There were many dogs over the years. He could not say which was his favorite. Even out of the various breeds Forseti had a problem picking a favorite. He wanted to be fair. They all had their own good points and bad points. But he had never been into small dogs, although he did squirm a little in happiness when he saw a Pug puppy, or a toy version of a much larger breed. Just a little. In a completely manly way.

( But now was the reign of Forbes the Great, yes he was majestic. )

Forseti spent so much of his time with mortals these days. It was not that they were simpler creatures to deal with, or that he disliked Gods, he simply wanted to help those that suffered. And suffer the mortals did. No matter if he was Justice or not, he could not stop everything. Corruption ran wild on the Mortal plane so much that his head spun and he felt like his head was constantly aching. When he did take a break from working, and from running marathon for the hell of it he liked to go back and visit those that made him smile.

Those that didn't need him so much to solve problems.

( Frigg and Odin were his favorite people to visit. )