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*A Christmas Crisis
by Fiona J Mackenzie
Once every thousand years, Old Father Time travels to the North Pole. At the Grand Ceremony of the Claus, on the stroke of the millennium, he hands the famous velvet and fur trimmed robes to the next generation of Santa Claus.
Then the new Santa solemnly takes his Legend of Christmas oath, to uphold the traditions and joys of the Yuletide, to be guardian of the Christmas Grotto, and to bring happiness to all the children of the world.
But this year, Santa has a problem.
It was Christmas Eve. Silent snow drifted against the windows of Santa Claus’ great log cabin, wood fires slumbered and the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg spiced the air.
Nicholas glanced yet again at the twenty-four ticking clocks that covered the end wall of his office, but it didn’t matter which one he looked at, there was only a short time left. He paced up and down, trying to ignore the palpitations and cold sweat that chilled his skin.
It was no good. He couldn’t go through with it. He would have to cancel Christmas.
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Now bring on the cute . . . A baby reindeer . . . Awwwww, he [or maybe she] is still waiting for his red nose *g*
Then the new Santa solemnly takes his Legend of Christmas oath, to uphold the traditions and joys of the Yuletide, to be guardian of the Christmas Grotto, and to bring happiness to all the children of the world.
But this year, Santa has a problem.
It was Christmas Eve. Silent snow drifted against the windows of Santa Claus’ great log cabin, wood fires slumbered and the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg spiced the air.
Nicholas glanced yet again at the twenty-four ticking clocks that covered the end wall of his office, but it didn’t matter which one he looked at, there was only a short time left. He paced up and down, trying to ignore the palpitations and cold sweat that chilled his skin.
It was no good. He couldn’t go through with it. He would have to cancel Christmas.
Read the rest of the story and donate** here
More pictures of the Waverley Herd Reindeer here courtesy of the BBC
* Picture not representative of the story - A Christmas Crisis does not contain reindeer with cell phones, shades or glocks. *g*
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** donations via credit cards or paypal. Story can be read without donating.
4 comments:
* Picture not representative of the story - A Christmas Crisis does not contain reindeer with cell phones, shades or glocks. *g*
That's a shame. I was quite liking the idea of Santa's Secret Service ;)
- Neil.
Neil: Me too :-)
S. xx
I was quite liking the idea of Santa's Secret Service ;)
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Prashant: It would make a great story, thanks for dropping by *g*
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