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Chapter 1:- Christmas Eve is coming soon...
Santa Claus was never the man for adventures. He was perfectly happy, in his brand new robe, eating chocolate-covered Yule logs and vanilla cookies in an armchair facing the fire. Nothing could have disturbed him except the thought of Christmas. Oh, that treacherous day. Another year passing, another round of presents to deliver, another unpleasant “adventure.”
What a blizzard that is!” cried Mrs. Claus, who happened to be standing behind Santa’s armchair.
Startled out of his thoughts, Santa looked out of the window. Snow was already piling up, and a strong wind gust intruded the warmth of the living room, chilling it. “Christmas is coming soon,” he said with a sigh.
“Oh, yes, that reminds me,” said his wife. She scrambled to the calendar beside the fireplace, and marked an “X” on the square titled “December 23”. “Tomorrow night,” she said to Santa, “You’ll finally get your exercise done.”
Santa Claus looked at his stomach. It was getting quite big. No one’s perfect, he thought. “I’d better get some sleep,” he told his wife, and slowly made his way upstairs.
That night, the couple did not have much sleep. Santa dreamt that his reindeer deserted him during his journey, and left poor Santa stranded on a housetop. He woke up panting, and sweating, but soon fell back asleep. Mrs. Claus was too excited about Christmas, and woke up several times, waking up from dreaming that Santa came back with a much flatter stomach. Both came downstairs next morning looking very groggy, grumpy, and sleep-deprived. Santa spent much of the day watching the elves in their workshop across the street. They seemed very joyful, packaging all the toys in the big red sack. Santa sighed and strolled back to his favourite armchair beside the fireplace.
The fire had gone out, but at least Mrs. Claus had remembered to put a breakfast of maple-syrup-covered pancakes on the little table. The old man picked up a fork and knife and dug in. As soon as he finished the last bit, the door swung open and slammed into the wall with a loud “Crash!”, and in the doorway stood two twin elves named Vicky and Vinnie. The skipped eagerly to Santa and asked, “Do you have anything you would like us to do?”
“Well, getting the sleigh ready and the reindeer untangled would be helpful,” said a confused Santa, and Vinnie and Vicky bounded right out the door, slamming it shut.
Santa Claus decided that taking a nap would be helpful to him. He thought that it would at least refresh him, and off he slept, snuggled in his armchair. It was night as Santa woke up. The clock chimed “11:55, PM” and Santa rushed to get his coat. “Almost twelve,” he said to himself. “Almost twelve,” he said again, and rushed out the door.
His sled was fully decorated, repainted, and repaired. Santa hopped in and took a pre-flight check-up. Everything was ready. Santa whipped the reindeer twice, and away he flew, into the darkness of the night.
Santa Claus was never the man for adventures. He was perfectly happy, in his brand new robe, eating chocolate-covered Yule logs and vanilla cookies in an armchair facing the fire. Nothing could have disturbed him except the thought of Christmas. Oh, that treacherous day. Another year passing, another round of presents to deliver, another unpleasant “adventure.”
What a blizzard that is!” cried Mrs. Claus, who happened to be standing behind Santa’s armchair.
Startled out of his thoughts, Santa looked out of the window. Snow was already piling up, and a strong wind gust intruded the warmth of the living room, chilling it. “Christmas is coming soon,” he said with a sigh.
“Oh, yes, that reminds me,” said his wife. She scrambled to the calendar beside the fireplace, and marked an “X” on the square titled “December 23”. “Tomorrow night,” she said to Santa, “You’ll finally get your exercise done.”
Santa Claus looked at his stomach. It was getting quite big. No one’s perfect, he thought. “I’d better get some sleep,” he told his wife, and slowly made his way upstairs.
That night, the couple did not have much sleep. Santa dreamt that his reindeer deserted him during his journey, and left poor Santa stranded on a housetop. He woke up panting, and sweating, but soon fell back asleep. Mrs. Claus was too excited about Christmas, and woke up several times, waking up from dreaming that Santa came back with a much flatter stomach. Both came downstairs next morning looking very groggy, grumpy, and sleep-deprived. Santa spent much of the day watching the elves in their workshop across the street. They seemed very joyful, packaging all the toys in the big red sack. Santa sighed and strolled back to his favourite armchair beside the fireplace.
The fire had gone out, but at least Mrs. Claus had remembered to put a breakfast of maple-syrup-covered pancakes on the little table. The old man picked up a fork and knife and dug in. As soon as he finished the last bit, the door swung open and slammed into the wall with a loud “Crash!”, and in the doorway stood two twin elves named Vicky and Vinnie. The skipped eagerly to Santa and asked, “Do you have anything you would like us to do?”
“Well, getting the sleigh ready and the reindeer untangled would be helpful,” said a confused Santa, and Vinnie and Vicky bounded right out the door, slamming it shut.
Santa Claus decided that taking a nap would be helpful to him. He thought that it would at least refresh him, and off he slept, snuggled in his armchair. It was night as Santa woke up. The clock chimed “11:55, PM” and Santa rushed to get his coat. “Almost twelve,” he said to himself. “Almost twelve,” he said again, and rushed out the door.
His sled was fully decorated, repainted, and repaired. Santa hopped in and took a pre-flight check-up. Everything was ready. Santa whipped the reindeer twice, and away he flew, into the darkness of the night.
