Santa's Night Visits

Since Christmas is coming I've decided to write a little something^^

~Santa’s Night Visits~

It was a frosty night like all Christmas Eves were supposed to be. That night was exceptionally cold with the mist and fog hanging in the air. Every child in bed shivered slightly and pulled their blanket closer, absorbing the warmth.

There was no moon in the sky as it was consumed by winter clouds. The clouds were large and hideous, towering over the houses. A black spot blossomed on one of the biggest clouds. It grew larger and larger, heading towards the roof tops of the frosty houses in London.

Then the Big Ben began to chime exactly 12 times.

Midnight.

The dark spot was in fact a sleigh pulled by 12 reindeers. It landed on one of the red tiled rooftops swiftly. Only a slight creek could be heard when a dark towering figure stepped off. The figure stole a careful glance at its surroundings and chuckled softly. The soft chuckle was deep and soothing like the low tune of a double bass. The figure shook his white heavy mane and strolled over towards the reindeers that waited patiently.

As the silhouette of the figure emerged under a little neon light coming from a nearby signboard, the figure was reviewed as none other than Santa Claus himself. With the red suit and the shaggy mane, anyone could have guessed it right. True, it was Santa, the guy in the red suit from the North Pole. And he did not come to London for a tour of the city rooftops but he needed to get some very important work done. Indeed, on every Christmas Eve, when every child and adult were fast asleep under their quilts, Santa’s work began. He was in fact the busiest man on Christmas Eve, what with the packaging and presents to deliver.

Santa’s gloved hands reached into his pockets and drew a golden and red scroll out. In his hands held a very long and complicated list which he used to sort the naughty and nice children and their presents and of course their rooftops. Santa looked at the list of children’s names and nodded slightly. This was his first stop and he had to get it right. Santa gazed at Rudolph the red nose reindeer and patted it gently on its head, whispering a soft ‘Thank you’ to it.

Then he hoisted the large, heavy sack of his over his shoulders and started walking silently towards a chimney. Inside the sack held every child’s dream so Santa had to be extra careful with it. Besides, he had to be careful not to shed light on himself in case he was mistook as a cat burglar and be hoisted to a nearby police station to be interrogated. That was the last thing on his mind.

The chimney was medium sized which made Santa’s eyebrows knit together. He doubted whether he’s plump body could fit in. He leaned against the side of the chimney and peered cautiously down. Of course, the insides of the chimney were black, covered with soot.

Don’t these people ever sweep their chimneys? Thought dear old Santa as he began lifting his red sack of goodies into the chimney. He strained his ears and heard a soft ‘plop’ as the sack landed on the fireplace a few seconds after he had let it go. Santa then lifted one leg into the chimney.

It’s my turn now, thought Santa, brace yourself.

With all his might, Santa forced his plump body into the chimney. With that he found himself sliding in top speed down the chimney like a giant vertical slide, inhaling the dirt. He found himself dusting off layers and layers of soot accumulated in the chimney. The giant slide ride seemed to go on forever and the soot grew thicker and thicker. Then suddenly poor Santa came to a halt. He was half way down the chimney!

Perhaps munching on too many cookies did have their consequences after all.

Santa let out a silent chuckle which was then followed by a giant series of wheezing.

A tishoo~ A tishoo~ A tishoo~ A tishoo~ A tishoo~ ~ ~ >////<

His sneezes forced him down and at last, he landed butt first in a dusty old fireplace beside his sack. The whole house seemed to shake beneath him.

Santa’s face was covered in soot until the tip of his nose. His silver white hair and beard were dyed black and his red suit was as black as charcoal.

Ouch, thought Santa, what a nasty landing.

Santa got up slowly and dusted the soot off his red suit. He surveyed the room he was in and saw a medium sized Christmas tree, on top of it was a golden star, shining proudly.

Santa rummaged inside his sack and found what he was looking for. It was a simple blue box, tied with a silk ribbon. Gently, he placed it under the Christmas tree. And when he looked up, he saw a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk. Santa chuckled softly as he bit into the crunchy cookie.

Then, with a twinkle of an eye, he was gone, vanished into thin air! Even the soot he brought down with him was cleared; it was as if he was never there.
The only thing left was the present, an empty plate and glass and a note, placed carefully on the mantel piece.


Dear Angel,
Thank you for the milk and cookies.

Yours sincerely,
Santa



Up on his sleigh, Santa laughed whole heartedly. His laugh rang through the streets of London like a ghostly echo…


That is all and nothing more.



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