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Santa’s Amnesia
By R.Andrew
December 24, 2008
Brisk was old Santa as he delivered his gifts to all the good little children. The trip was rather difficult this year; he battled his way through wet stormy skies and thick snowy blizzards, flying in caution for fear of lightening strikes and frostbite. He was on his way back to the North Pole when his reindeer broke apart from the sleigh, and down, down Santa went, landing onto Perchwood Lane. Thankfully, some had seen dear Santa in distress, and they took him to the nearby church, which was still open and having their midnight mass.
When Santa woke, he grabbed his head and said, “Aho, ho, ho—oh, no, no, no, I must have bumped my head! I do not know my very name, or why I am dressed in red.” Old Santa had amnesia, and he did not know what to do, so he sat and listened to the carols sung, and to the priest’s solemn benediction too. As dear Santa sat, he wondered, “This Christ, he is so brilliant. Who else could have died and rose from the dead, only for the sins of others? Why, this gift of life is greater than any gift that I could have possibly ever imagined.” As he left the church, still rubbing his head, he wandered back to his sleigh.
There to greet him were small, plumpy elves who shouted, “Santa, we’re going to be late!”
“’Santa,’ who could this be?” said Santa, looking on both his sides and behind. “Little fellows, do you know me? I bumped my head! Can you help me? I have forgotten myself.”
While the small elves stood in shock of this devastating news, a few snowflakes began to fall. One happened to land on old Santa’s nose, and as soon as it hit him he said, “Ho, ho.” The memories returned, he remembered his elves, his sleigh, his wife, and his eight tiny reindeer. He returned to the sleigh as the elves whistled for the reindeer, and he glimpsed once more at the tall, ancient church and said, “Above all the gifts I have given, not a gift can amount to the one that came from a man whom is greater than I.”
By R.Andrew
December 24, 2008
Brisk was old Santa as he delivered his gifts to all the good little children. The trip was rather difficult this year; he battled his way through wet stormy skies and thick snowy blizzards, flying in caution for fear of lightening strikes and frostbite. He was on his way back to the North Pole when his reindeer broke apart from the sleigh, and down, down Santa went, landing onto Perchwood Lane. Thankfully, some had seen dear Santa in distress, and they took him to the nearby church, which was still open and having their midnight mass.
When Santa woke, he grabbed his head and said, “Aho, ho, ho—oh, no, no, no, I must have bumped my head! I do not know my very name, or why I am dressed in red.” Old Santa had amnesia, and he did not know what to do, so he sat and listened to the carols sung, and to the priest’s solemn benediction too. As dear Santa sat, he wondered, “This Christ, he is so brilliant. Who else could have died and rose from the dead, only for the sins of others? Why, this gift of life is greater than any gift that I could have possibly ever imagined.” As he left the church, still rubbing his head, he wandered back to his sleigh.
There to greet him were small, plumpy elves who shouted, “Santa, we’re going to be late!”
“’Santa,’ who could this be?” said Santa, looking on both his sides and behind. “Little fellows, do you know me? I bumped my head! Can you help me? I have forgotten myself.”
While the small elves stood in shock of this devastating news, a few snowflakes began to fall. One happened to land on old Santa’s nose, and as soon as it hit him he said, “Ho, ho.” The memories returned, he remembered his elves, his sleigh, his wife, and his eight tiny reindeer. He returned to the sleigh as the elves whistled for the reindeer, and he glimpsed once more at the tall, ancient church and said, “Above all the gifts I have given, not a gift can amount to the one that came from a man whom is greater than I.”