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…You know, he’s so convincing, he tells these fantasy stories he told me a story about you.”
“About me!?” Karen’s curiosity about Nick suddenly increased.
“Yes he said, when you were a little girl you lost your cat, Alley and he left you a letter telling you everything would be alright. It’s written here in his story book.”
“Jim it’s true! it actually did happen!! I’ve still got the letter; I’ve kept it for over thirty years it meant so much to me.”
“No way you’re kidding right?” Karen’s expression told Jim that she wasn’t kidding. She looked like she had seen a ghost. “Karen why haven’t you mentioned this before?”
“We were so poor, apart from that letter, it’s a time, I just wanted to forget. I loved that cat. That’s why I insisted on Alley’s name. I vowed no one would ever take away something I loved ever again. Darling I love our little Family and you know that includes you.”
Karen turned and ran towards the stairs calling back to Jim as she went “I’ll get the letter!”
Within minutes Karen was back with the letter which she pushed into Jim’s hand.
Jim hurriedly unfolded the letter and quickly scanned the content. He looked up at Karen. “It looks identical to the one Alley was carrying in the Mall. Let me see. I’m sure Alley put it in her pocket.”
Karen turned again and excitedly bolted towards the closet.
“I’ll get it; her coat is in here”
Returning again letter in hand she passed it to Jim. Jim compared the two letters holding one in each hand. His expression conveyed wonder and disbelief.
“Karen It’s the same hand writing.”
“Jim you’re right they are identical, how could this be? its impossible. I’ve gotta be dreaming?”
“No Karen it’s not impossible – its magic, Christmas magic. I know why and I know the guy who sent them and I didn’t believe him. Nick,– Nicolas,—St Nicolas,— Father Christmas, it’s all making sense, I got to see him I’ll be back soon. I got to thank him.”
Jim ran back to the mall but it was closed. He hammered on the Glass Door Calling out
“Let me in, I’ve got to see Santa, I mean Nick”.
Jim noticed – through the glass – the night Janitor inside the mall just sitting on the stairs looking bewildered. Jim banged on the glass again called and waved to get the janitors attention. Eventually the janitor snapped out of his daze and looked over at Jim. He got up and fumbled for his bunch of keys as he headed over to open the door.
As the door opened Jim asked his colleague
“Are you OK buddy?”
The janitors expression turned to one of recognition
“Oh Jim it’s you, yeah, yeah, I think so.”
“Are you sure coz you don’t look so good?”
Santa's Grotto
“Jim, you wouldn’t believe what I have just seen! Nick walked past me wished me a goodnight and a Merry Christmas. He had this huge guy with him dressed in fancy dress and when they passed me he was freezing. He said he had to leave early because he had a busy night ahead of him. Then he walked out of the shop and shouted for his car. The car actually moved without a driver, they both got in, and the car took off. I mean flew above the roof tops. Should I be telling people this, they will think I’m mad. Jim maybe I’m drinking too much?”.
“Buddy, you’ve heard the song “Santa only comes when you close your eyes”. Not this time. He knew he had to deliver and he has. He’s made me realise the importance of a family the greatest gift a man can receive and I was about to throw it all away. Merry Christmas Buddy and Thank You Nick, I mean Santa. I’m home, home with my family!”
On Christmas Eve I felt so proud when I slipped down the Chimney in Jim’s House. I left the presents and a card thanking Jim for believing. I looked around the house; the family photograph was back in its rightful place on the fireplace. Jim’s newspaper was open on the employment page and the whisky bottle was still full. Just then the door opened and to my surprise, in walked a cat. I felt so proud I took Alley’s burnt letter from my pocket and put it in her Christmas stocking.
Jim’s a great guy and I never found out why he left home but the most important thing is that, he is now back home with his family. He hit rock bottom but he’s now on the way up. If it could happen to him it could happen to anyone.
On Christmas morning Alley woke and rushed down stairs. She opened the door and there standing by the Christmas tree was her daddy. She rushed over to him; Karen witnessed the greatest hug of all time.
It was with a big smile that I raised my head from my story book and asked all the children in my grotto
Well children, was this just another Santa Story or did it really happen?
Anyway if I said to you, “Do you believe in Santa Clause the Spirit of Christmas what would be your answer?”
Here’s pt 6 of the story – you know the routine by now sit back, take a deep breath and relax.
…..I now knew Jim was ready to go home. I gave him a hundred dollar bill and wished him a Merry Christmas and watched as he left the store. I prayed he would turn left and not right to the bar for a drink. He left the front door and turned right. I looked on in disappointment but then he headed over to a guy who was collecting for the Salvation Army and put the Money into the Charity box. He then turned around picked up a Newspaper and headed for home.
As Jim approached the home he had known so well he felt his heart begin to pound. His breaths grew laboured and his steps heavy. It was clear what he should do, he must go home, but.. But what if Karen didn’t understand? Alley is a child with her there was no complication she had lost her Daddy and she wanted him back. But Karen, She’s bound to be hurt, humiliated, angry. What if she turned him away rejected him. His fear was rising but thinking of my words and the happy endings in the stories Jim took a deep breath and put his key into the door lock. The sound of the key entering the lock was familiar, Jim paused he felt a feeling of comfort below the welling fear. Jim wasn’t the only one to hear that familiar sound. Through the frosted glass of the door Jim saw a familiar figure flash into view, hurrying towards the door but then stopping. Karen froze staring back through the door in disbelief, could it be? He has the key, it must be.. Jim took the initiative lead by instinct rather than reason he turned the key, flung open the door and threw his arms around Karen. Husband and wife reunited cried out with joy tears bursting forth from both.
Karen managed to clear the sobs from her throat first.
“Jim thank God, I’m so happy you’ve come home, we’ve missed you so much, believe me everything will work out. Alley is in bed she is so excited. She went to bed early with a smile on her face and when I asked her what she wanted for Christmas she just giggled and said wait and see mommy. She knew, how did she know you were coming home?”
Choking back the sobs and wiping the tears from his face Jim responded “I know what she wants for Christmas; I’ve been working in a Department Store as Santa”
The sobs were turning to laughter and Karen found the thought of Jim as Santa pretty amusing.
“A Mall Santa? You!!!!!!” Karen teased
Jim looked a little embarrassed.
“Well, I couldn’t get any other work,” now both of them were laughing
They hugged each other closer again enjoying the comfort for a moment before continuing.
“I was terrible, I think I scared the Kids. They sacked me and give me a job as a janitor, I really hit rock bottom. If it hadn’t been for Nick”
Husband & Wife at Christmas
“Who’s Nick?” Karen sounded confused.
“This old guy who thinks he’s Santa he took over from me. Anyway Nick took ill and I stood in for him. Alley came in to see Santa with her school and I was Santa: she didn’t recognise me so she sat on my lap and her teacher told her to tell Santa what she wanted for Christmas. You know what she said? – She said she wanted her Daddy to come Home for Christmas. Darling it hurt me so much to think she still loved me, after all I have done I’ve been so stupid.” Jim’s eyes had welled with tears again as he looked to Karen for comfort.
“I guess everybody is entitled to get a little crazy now and then, I love you, I’m just so pleased you’ve come home Jim”.
“Karen Please forgive me, I couldn’t cope.”
“Jim you are the best Christmas Present I could ever have. I can’t wait to see Alley’s face when she sees you in the morning.
The couple fell silent, just enjoying the moment, they stood smiling, looking into each others eyes. Then Karen’s expression turned to one of puzzlement.
“So where is this Nick now?”
Jim looked concerned.
“I hope he’s got somewhere to go this Christmas he’s such a nice guy, he’s kind of child like, he believes he’s Santa, I hope he’s not alone.,..
….Christmas Eve arrived and the Teacher brought the pupils to see Santa as I had planned.
“Children line up and put your letters you got from Santa in your pockets” said the teacher.
One by one the children went up to Santa. As Alley (Jim’s daughter) got near, I whispered to the store elf next to me,
“Get Jim to take over I’m not feeling well”. My plan was coming together perfectly, Jim agreed to take over not knowing his daughter was in the line. When Alley walked in she did not recognise her dad and her teacher said “Tell Santa what you want for Christmas.” “I want my Daddy to come Home for Christmas so we can be a family again” Jim couldn’t speak as the tears welled into his eyes.
Jim and Alley Together Again
After the children left he turned round to me and said, “Nick that was my little girl, after all I’ve done she still loves me.” I then told him, “its Christmas go home Jim”, but again he just walked away.
What was I to do, how could a man be so hard as to not return to his family after such a request? I then bumbled jovially “Let me read another story as I ran after him” Jim replied “You’ve got to be joking,” but I just started reading hoping he would not keep on walking away. For some reason he just sat down and listened like a lost child.
“Jim, One morning I was reading one of the hundreds of letters I receive each day from the children of the world when I came across a letter from a little girl, named Karen, asking me for a kitten for Christmas. I saw no problem with it and because she had been a good girl all year, I decided she would get the present she deserved.
One year passed and on Christmas Eve I loaded up my sleigh and off we went delivering presents. We went from house to house, landing on the roof if the house had a chimney, or if not we would land in the garden of the house and I would use my magic key.
I landed in one garden I noticed the house was in darkness; there were no Christmas lights. The house looked deserted. I checked my computer and pulled up the wish list to see if I had made a mistake and come to the wrong house. There was a letter from a little girl living in this house wanting presents. I then suddenly remembered the little girl and the house; I had delivered a kitten there only last year.
We were then with a dilemma. What should we do with the presents? I asked Rudolph but he did not know either. Snowy my dog jumped off the sleigh and ran over to the hedge. “I can see the eyes of a cat” Snowy exclaimed. “Quick! Come and look” So I trudged through the snow over to the hedge and there was a little cat lying in the snow shivering. She was hungry and cold. I recognised her as being Alley, the kitten I had delivered here one year ago. Oh my Dear! She had been abandoned. I picked Alley up and wrapped my coat around her to keep her warm. “Bring some hot milk and something to eat!” I shouted. I then realised what a mistake I had made by giving Alley as a present. “A pet is for life not just for Christmas”
We delivered the rest of the presents and then off we went back to the North Pole with one extra guest and a set of toys that had not been delivered.
I assured Alley she would become part of Santa’s village and I introduced her to everyone there. She would become member of our Family.
I went back to my office and began checking my Christmas wish list to see where the toys should now be delivered. I checked every house in the world. Just then my computer came up with the answer, one house showed no deliveries. Christmas Eve was still not over, I jumped back in my sleigh and off we went off to investigate.
I found the house and went down the chimney. I could see it was a poor house and the family had fallen on hard times, which is why they had left their previous home and also their pet. I quietly went up the stairs and there was the little girl asleep with a picture of Alley by her bedside.
I realised then that although she still loved Alley, her family simply could just not afford to keep a cat. This made Santa so sad and so I left her presents and a letter telling her that Alley was now safe and well and had found a new home and one day she would come back and visit her.
I prayed that the fortunes of the family would change, but it taught me a lesson, that we should all remember, especially at Christmas time. A pet is not a present it is a family member. Alley is now a happy cat and loves visiting children, just like Santa.”
When I had finished reading I asked Jim what he thought.
“That’s a fantastic story, that cat has the same name as my daughter Alley.”
“That’s right Jim and do you know the little girl in the story was your wife. Over thirty years ago when she was a little girl she lost the thing she loved most her cat Alley. Don’t let it happen again. Don’t let her lose the man she loves. She deserves you, you are good man don’t throw your wonderful life away.”
“But Nick, how can I find the courage up to just walk back into their lives after what I have done as though nothing has happened.”
“Jim it’s only your pride I know you are a proud man but in your families eyes they couldn’t care if you are successful or not, they just want you home where you belong.
Take my book you know how much I love this book and show the story to your wife. Please do it for me.”
I now knew Jim was ready to go home. I gave him a hundred dollar bill and wished him a Merry Christmas and watched as he left the store. I preyed he would turn left and not right to the bar for a drink….
Will Jim make the right choice? …. Watch this space
If you haven’t seen the previous parts of the story please go back and read them. If you have then you know the routine…
Sit back, relax, make yourself comfortable and I shall begin….
I then thought, Yes, I would read him the story about how I met Yodule and how he so much wanted to be part of a family. This story will make Jim realise what he is missing I thought.
So I began –
“OK… Jim let me tell you the story of how I met Yodule Elf. It all happened long ago after taking Snowy for a walk one day. We would always walk along the same path every morning, and sometimes I would see huge footprints in the snow. I often wondered if it could be the footprints of a Yeti, but then I would tell myself that it could not possibly be because here in the North Pole, where everything is magical and nice, we do not have such monsters.
The more I thought about these footprints, the more I wanted to find out who they belonged to so one day, with Snowy by my side, I decided to follow them. We followed them for many miles when, all of a sudden, the weather began to change. The once blue sky suddenly turned dark and stormy and it began to snow very heavily indeed. I realised we were lost! “Snowy” I said, with a little tremor in my voice, “I think I will have to call Rudolph, and ask him to come and rescue us!” I reached into my pocket and got out my mobile phone, but when I dialled the number, to my dismay, I could not get a signal. A storm was brewing, and all communications were temporarily lost!
Oh dear, what was I to do? It had become so cold, and the snow blizzard made it impossible to see anything around me! “I’m so sorry Snowy,” I said shivering, “we are lost, and the only thing to do is to wait until the storm blows over!” Snowy and I lay down in the snow, and huddled together for warmth. Would the storm pass soon, would we survive the night I thought? Although I was afraid and shivering from the cold, I soon fell asleep with Snowy by my side.
When I woke up, to my surprise, I found that we were no longer outside in the snow, but under a big, fluffy blanket beside a huge roaring fire and on the hearth stood two cups of steaming hot chocolate. Thankfully, someone very kind had found us, and saved our lives. But who could it be, and how did we get here?
Just then, a big cheerful looking monster appeared before us and said, “Good morning Santa, I am Yodule,” He had saved our lives I thought to myself. He told me that he lived by himself and he did not have a family of his own. I felt so sorry for him, he must be so lonely when suddenly Snowy ran over to him and started to lick him with affection. “He’s made of ice cream,” Snowy barked, his tail wagging with excitement! Imagine my surprise!
Before I could ask him why he lived alone, Yodule told me he was the little boy that Santa forgot because every year he never gets a present from Santa. Oh how ashamed I felt because, until now I did not even know who Yodule was! I told Yodule that this year, I would not forget him, and on Christmas Eve, I would bring him a very special present.
I looked up into the sky, the storm had passed and I could see Rudolph who had come for us. Yodule became scared and ran away before we could thank him. Rudolph landed, and both Snowy and I climbed onto the sleigh with a sigh, before flying home safely back to the North Pole. All the way home I kept thinking of Yodule, so when we landed, I went straight over to head elf and whispered in his ear what I would like him to make for Yodule.
Christmas Eve arrived, and after delivering all of the other presents I then flew off to see Yodule. As I flew over the ice cap, I could see Yodule sitting down there all alone. As I landed I said, “Merry Christmas Yodule!” “Oh Santa, where is my present? Your sleigh is empty, have you forgotten me again?” he said so sadly.
“Yodule, I told you that you would have a very special present this year, but it is too big to carry on the sleigh, so jump on board, and I will take you to see it!”
When we landed in the North Pole, Head Elf ran over to greet us. “Yodule’s present is finished!” he exclaimed excitedly! “Come and see.” We followed him around a corner, and there it was, an ICE CASTLE for Yodule to live in! He would never be alone again. He would become part of our family in Santa‘s village.
Yodule started to cry with happiness. “Oh Santa, I am so happy, I have always wanted to be part of a family.” “You now have a family my dear friend,” I assured him, “and from this day on you will be known as Yodule Elf.”
From that day, it has been wonderful to have Yodule around, especially for the elves that visit his ice castle every day, and tuck into a kind of ice cream that only Yodule can make! It is called Yodule Elf Treat.”
When I finished reading, there was silence I waited in anticipation for a reaction from Jim. He then spoke
“Nick that was a good story a real happy ending, that big guy got what he wanted.”
“Yes Jim, he’s a great boy, he’s like a son to me. I miss him, I wish he was here.”
“Nick It’s just a Story. An Ice Cream Elf. Nick you are off this planet?”
“Well Jim” I replied “He’s my family, Have you a family?”
Jim looked over at me; I could see tears welling in his eyes. He spoke slowly and softly.
“I had everything and look at me now. I’m the guy who Springsteen wrote about in Glory Days. I was the top man. I was Captain of the Football Team. Had a great family I didn’t appreciate. All I thought about was my self. I wish I had the chance to go back and put it all right. I lost my job; I wasn’t close to my family. I was the big shot with big friends having great times thinking about number one. Where are my friends now?”
Jim insisted we should head for the bar; I gave him some money but told him that I would have to have an early night. As we parted Jim turned to me and said, “Nick I loved that story, it made me want to cry.” I then knew I was winning but time was running out.
As Jim went into the bar to see his drinking buddies I heard him say “that guy is like a father to me” Then he joked “Yeah Father Christmas”, his buddies laughed but I could tell, this was not the place he wanted to be and under the veiled humour I could tell he was warming to me. I waved good-bye and he waved back. Yes Jim was definitely fond of me but he was hiding his emotions. He was a joker a great guy to be with and the words of the Christmas letter kept passing through my head
“he’s the greatest daddy in the world” Through a child’s eyes I could understand the pain that this little girl was going through. I was determined that this present will be delivered. This guy had hit rock bottom and there was only one way to go and that was up. I was now more determined than ever to return this lovely man to his family. As I told Harry the Snowman, there comes a point in everyone life when they want to run away that is not the answer. Jim has a loving family who don’t care if he’s successful or not. They just love him for what he is; he thinks he’s a failure, how wrong he is.
I had another idea. I would send a letter to Alley’s School and invite the Children to see Santa. I left to find Patrick the Pigeon Post and as I passed Stancer I caught Yodule getting out of the trunk of the car. The fun started but I had to forgive Yodule. He went running down the Street looking in shop windows. The people were terrified they had never seen an ice cream elf before. I had to rescue Yodule.
“Yodule,” I enquired “Are you Ok my boy? You are melting come with me.”
Yodule looked a little worried he knew he was meant to be safe at home.
“Are you annoyed with me Santa?”
“No! of course not I’m more worried about you, quickly get into the fridge.”
“But Santa, I was only trying to help.”
“I know that Yodule and I know you meant well, but I what I have to do here in the city, is not as simple as making a toy in Santa’s Village, then delivering the present to the child. This letter is asking for a present so precious, something we take for granted and never appreciate, until it’s gone – a family” I continued.
“Yodule I get millions of letters from Children every year that make me smile but this one makes Santa so sad. I must deliver on my promise to Alley and return her daddy”
“Anyway don’t worry Yodule it’s Santa’s problem, we’ll be going home tomorrow, tomorrow is Christmas Eve, Promise me you will not leave this fridge.”
“Awww but Santa I can still help.”
“Yodule! please, leave it to me, I have a plan and I will deliver as always on Christmas Eve.”
How will Santa save the day – watch this space for the next instalment!
If you haven’t read parts 1 and 2 of the story then please go back and check it out.
If you have read the previous parts then…. sit back, relax, take a deep breath and make yourself comfy…. Here’s the story
“Thank you buddy, for persuading the manager to let me keep a job. This place is awful, huh, some Happy Shopping Mall, no Christmas Spirit, full of unruly teenagers, but I do need a job thanks. Anyway my name is Jim, What’s yours?”
“I’m Santa pleased to meet you.”
“Santa!!!!! What’s your real name?”
“Sorry I forgot I was in the city, my name is Nicholas”.
“Well Nick, that story was good; you really cheered those young boys up, I really enjoyed it too, you are quite convincing. You know Nick when I was at school, I was the opposite to that story, I was the best at everything and look at me now, all washed up. Nick would you lend me a couple of Dollars I need a drink.”
I put my hand on Jim’s shoulder reassuringly and we headed down the street
“Come on Jim I’ll buy you a drink”
At bar and I pulled out A Hundred-Dollar Bill and handed it to Jim saying.
“I don’t usually carry money, but Mr’s Clause insisted that I needed money for the city. I usually give presents not money. Imagine if everybody gave money at Christmas I would be out of a job.”
Jim went to the bar and ordered a double whisky and shouted to me.
“Hey Nick what you’re having.”
“A small Brandy please” I replied
As Jim returned from the bar I continued
“I usually have a small mince pie when I have a Brandy Ho! Ho! Ho!”
“Yeah !!! and a carrot for Rudolph” Jim retorted playfully.
“Yes Jim, Rudolph I do miss him”
“Nick. Don’t get me wrong you are a knock out, You are good at being Santa but do you not think you are taking it a bit to far?”
“Jim – I’m only being myself.”
Jim then downed his drink and ordered another one.
“Another Brandy Nick?”
“No Jim, too much Alcohol is bad for you. I could tell you a story about to much Alcohol but I must go, you enjoy your night and I will see you at work in the morning. Take care”.
I left and headed towards Stancer, i got in, flicked a switch and the car turned into a bedroom with a giant television screen. I contacted Mr’s Clause.
Santa
I’ve found Jim, deep down he’s a good guy but he is, a little boy who has just lost his way. I believe I can help him.
I saId Good Night to Mr’s Clause and I felt vulnerable in this big city. I lay in my bed thinking these are tough men in tough times, how can I persuade Alley’s Dad to return home.
I remember when I first met him when he was a little boy and he was a good boy, You know I have been so lucky I have met every child in the world, I then realised there is a still a child in all of us and as we grow up we hide that child. I then started to feel confident that the stories in my book would hopefully soften the hardest hearts. I slowly fell asleep.
As the days went on I found out more about Alley’s Dad, Jim. He was a good guy; charming, funny, polite but he had lost his job and his self-confidence. Everything was getting on top of him and he was spiralling downwards. I knew I had a challenge as at times he was cynical and I found myself the butt of all his jokes. I accepted this, as I was the stranger in this metropolis.
The next couple of days the crowds grew in huge numbers to listen to the Stories and to see Stancer this incredible car. There were even rumours going around, that a monster had been seen?
The Mall Manager was now happy. His store was full and he decided to get into the Christmas Spirit by fixing the Christmas Lights, I was finally getting somewhere. He even told me I was the best Santa he had ever employed. Thank goodness I thought.
After the Mall finally closed Jim invited me back to his flat. As we walked along 34th Street I again felt vulnerable, as on every corner there were street gangs. As we passed each one, comments were passed about my attire and me but the presence of Jim made me feel safe. I could tell he was not a person you could mess with; in fact he was very protective. What had made such a man leave his family?
When we arrived at his appartment it looked very humble or should I say seedy but I did noticed on the fire place totally out of place, a beautiful picture of Jim with his family. I enquired about them but Jim turned cold and did not want to speak about them. This was going to be harder than I thought
I asked him if I could read him another Story thinking to myself here’s a guy who is scared of no one yet I am offering to read him a bedtime story. He laughed and agreed as long as I would buy him another drink.
To be continued ….. Watch this space to hear Santa’s next story
Sit back, Relax, take a deep breath and make yourselves comfortable.
You are going to love this Beautiful and Unique Christmas Story. So without further ado:
As children get older they stop believing in Santa the Spirit of Christmas. I met such a person, thanks to a letter I received from his daughter who did believe in me.
It was probably one of the biggest challenges of my life, as I had to leave my magical environment and face a hard drinking cynical man who believed he had lost everything.
How could I convince this man that he had received the greatest gift a man could receive, a family and he was about to throw it all away. Luckily the innocence of his Child believed like all Children do, that I would deliver her wish. I could not let her down.
I was determined that I would fulfil her unique special request that was written in her letter, she wrote to me, asking me to return her daddy home before Christmas;
Little did I know what lay ahead of me! Let me tell what happened.
It was only 7 days to go before Christmas Eve, I was at home in the North Pole frantically working out in my gym, practicing my technique for dropping down chimneys without the possibility of getting stuck. I knew I had to get fit, as the task to deliver presents throughout the world is a tough one.
Mrs Claus my dear wife arrived with the morning post, and informed me of the exciting news that my Story Book had arrived from the publishers! She was the one that convinced me to chronicle the History of Santa’s Village so that the children of the world could benefit from my experiences.
Suddenly, Yodule the Ice Cream Elf came running in, in a rather agitated state of panic. ”Santa, Harry the Snowman has run away!” I calmly reassured Yodule that there was nothing to worry about and that I will personally sort out Harry’s problems and bring him back home safe and sound. I told Yodule to alert the elves and begin a search, whilst I headed back to the stable for my sleigh.
I took to the skies to find Harry and as I looked down I could see him alone in the snow heading away from Santa’s village.
I flew down and landed beside him but he ignored me and just kept walking. “Jump aboard Harry” I beckoned, but he just kept on walking away. I shouted again, “Harry please listen to me!” He slowly turned around with a tear in his eye. “Harry,” I said, “There comes a point in everybody’s life when they feel like running away but that is not the answer. Please tell Santa your troubles.” Harry broke down, “No one ever listens to me, no one has time for me,” sobbing quietly, “I am just a stupid worthless snowman.”
I walked over to Harry and hugged him. “Harry my boy, you are not worthless. Dry your eyes and wipe your face. I am going to show you, how important you really are. Jump aboard!”
I looked at Rudolph and he had his head hung low. “Rudolph, take to the skies” I ordered. Rudolph looked up and smiled and off we went to prove to Harry how important he was.
As we travelled around the world I showed Harry millions of Snowmen all built by children having fun with the help of their friends and family. I told him “Building snowmen brings people together. Imagine a Christmas without a snowman. Imagine our family without you. Come on Harry let’s go home where you belong. Rudolph, take us home.” I commanded.
The mood changed and everybody was happy. We approached the North Pole I looked down from the sleigh and I could see written in the snow, in huge letters
“WELCOME HOME HARRY! WE LOVE YOU!”
Everybody from Santa’s Village was there to welcome Harry back home. This made Harry so happy.
I thought to myself, “Harry could have made a big mistake by running away and that is not the answer. Just talk to someone and you will find a caring spirit who has time for you and truly cares.”
Having returned a happier Harry back to the fold, I moved to the more pressing task of reading my mail, still excited about the news of my story book.
As I thumbed through the book, being quite pleased with myself, I noticed a burnt letter lying in the mail delivery, obviously sent up a chimney; it was from a little girl called Alley. The contents of this letter greatly disturbed me.
Dear Santa.
My Daddy has lost his job and he has changed, he argues with Mommy and he has left home. The only present I want this year is for you to bring my Daddy home; he’s the best Daddy in the world. I can’t wait until Christmas Morning when you bring him home.
Alley aged 7.
I turned to Mrs Claus and asked in distress. ”Can you pack my bag my dear? I need to go to the City. It appears that the people have lost their Christmas spirit! I have also received a letter from a little girl called Alley, asking for her Daddy to come back home, and be part of their family again. I need to find this man and return him home.”
I remember years ago watching Top of the Pops excited wondering what was going to be Number One at Christmas. Even my parents were interested; the songs filled you with Christmas Spirit.
Now I’m a parent and I feel sad that my children can not experience the joy of hearing a Christmas Song at Christmas. I think it’s the tenth year for the X Factor to be at Number One.
Right, what I would like you to do is name five Christmas Songs you like and then name 5 Christmas Number Ones by the X Factor.
Thank goodness we now have the Internet, imagine just having television and your only source of entertainment. I went on to internet to find out if any artists are even bothering to write Christmas Songs and to my surprise, the bands are still having a go although they know the media is totally controlled by the X Factor.
My biggest surprise was a guy from America or should I say from the North Pole, Yes Santa singing all original Christmas Songs. Who better to have a Christmas Number One than Santa, We’ve had Cliff, Elvis Frank and I think we should also have Santa.
I watched his video on You tube, there he was singing a Song“It’s Christmas” all about the Children that can not sleep on Christmas Eve, but the best line of the song has got to be “Has he been Yet” spoken by a young child. I guess we’ve all said it, when we were waiting for Santa; it seems like a long time ago.
It did bring a smile to my face to think maybe Santa has had enough of the X Factor and it’s time for a protest. The song was original, it had a Christmas feel and you could dance to it at a party. However this Christmas morning we’ll see some X Factor puppet covering an old classic and by January we will forget all about it.
Well there’s one consolation the radio stations will be dusting off their old Christmas Albums and here we go again. “Well here it is Merry Christmas”.
I just hope Santa gets his break and everyone can hear his song, Why not Everybody Loves Santa. I prefer him delivering presents but if he feels so strongly about the state of Christmas Music why shouldn’t he protest and become a Pop Star.
After all Santa is becoming the Head of Christmas and I think we should support him, Ho Ho Ho.
PS Santa if you read this article I’ve been a good boy this year, could you bring me, A new Car, A yacht and pay off my credit cards,
Well I’m looking forward to Christmas and here are the answers to the X Factor Christmas Number Ones, 1) old 70’s song? 2)old 80’s song? does anyone care? I was going to look them up on Google but I can’t be bothered,
They’ve got rid of the Christmas Music; maybe they will cancel Christmas if we let them. Merry Winter Festival.
Don’t forget to download and share your free Christmas Story book while it’s still Free!
This year a phenomenon has hit the Internet, Santa Claus is telling all. No longer do we have to speculate of how this Icon operates, he has infiltrated the Internet with Stories Galore about his adventures, his family and his home.
Typing in “Christmas Stories with Santa” on Youtube the page is littered with the Jolly Big Guy educating and entertaining our Children. Why has he done this? We believe Mrs Clause has insisted that in these days of communication, the Children of the World should know more about Father Christmas and the myths that surround him. This has never happened before, so why now! We have never had Santa Stories yet we still loved him, we had a picture of him on a Christmas card that was good enough, or was it!
These stories are better than any reality show as they show that Santa is a real caring man making mistakes like any other Father, having one to many drinks, mistaking a good man for an impostor, even getting his family lost on the moon. Reading these stories Santa comes across as a wise caring man who is not afraid to show his emotions and share his wisdom with the world. He even tells when he was a boy and how he felt he was not good enough. He learned his lessons the hard way and he knows how to deal with teenage problems, yet the man, like all men broke down and cried when Angela took a little boy to Heaven. The Good Lord gave us a baby at Christmas yet Santa had to deal with the greatest loss a family could ever suffer. When you read the story you will understand.
This explosion onto the internet is a story of Santa Claus, a father figure for us all to admire. He could have just continued with Ho Ho Ho and have been represented forever by Advertising Agencies but here we have a true representation of goodness and honesty within this man, a good role model for our children. He admits he fell in Love, he was upset by being ignored by his family pet and he was man enough to hug his son.
My only worry is this, Will the world be ready to read and accept that he is the Father of all Children, no matter what colour their skins are, or what God they pray to. We all know him as Santa and that he helps celebrate a Christian Festival but no Child in this world should ever say that they do not love Santa Claus.Santa would never deny any child the chance to sit on his knee and tell him what they want for Christmas. He understands that out of 2.2 Billion children in the world, one billion children live in poverty that is why this year he is giving his book away free.
Click on the book below to share these stories with friends and family or print off a copy for someone who can not afford a computer. For a parent or child who will receive very little this Christmas this book may bring them a little hope, comfort and good cheer.
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Click the image above to get your free eBook. Please do send it to everyone to whom you wish a merry Christmas.
When the file opens you can scroll down to read the stories. There is one story for each day of advent – so don’t delay only a few days to go!
Cut and paste the link below and send it to all of your Contacts – you are guaranteed to go on Santa’s nice list.
Today I have just been informed by UNICEF that there are 2.2 billion Children that I have to deliver presents to this year.
Unfortunately one billion of these Children are living in poverty, so today I have made the decision and informed my helpers that my eBook” The Santa Stories” will be free to every child in the world.
To obtain the free download please click on the link below and in the Spirit of Christmas pass the link on to friends and family. If you know anyone who can not afford a computer please print the book and give it to them this Christmas so they may share it with their family.
It may seem a small gesture, but to some child or parent who would otherwise receive nothing it will be a welcome gift.
Merry Christmas from Santa.
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