Santa is in a Bad Mood
Santa didn't know it yet, but he was suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder. The North Pole has very short periods of sunlight and it is always winter; the season has taken its toll on the not-so-jolly old man. Santa was getting crankier and creakier with each passing day.
Being as old as he was, it is only natural that his joints would start making noise. If he wasn't so cranky, he would have found humor in the situation. He sounded exactly like the toy soldiers that he made for years. These toys had fallen into disfavor, just like Santa. Even Mrs. Claus was having a difficult time dealing with Santa and his moods lately. And, Mrs. Claus is the sweetest person on the face of the earth.
Right about now, Mrs. Claus was ready to hit Santa over the head to shake him out of his funk. They had tried everything so far and nothing worked. With Christmas just around the corner, Santa had to shape up quick or Christmas would be a disaster. As it is, none of the kids even want to tell Santa what they want him to bring. He just oozes moodiness. They hadn't heard a Ho Ho Ho in weeks.
Santa was going to blow his top when he heard the head elf and an elf from gift-wrapping were expecting a baby any minute now. They had done a good job keeping the secret as long as Santa wasn't concerned about wrapping. As Christmas approached, it would be impossible to keep him away from that department. Mrs. Claus was very nervous about this. The last two elves that became romantically involved had been sent away, each to different locations.
Her nervousness increased drastically when she heard a commotion coming from the far end of the workshop. Gift-wrapping was at that end. Just as she arrived on the scene, she heard the cry of a baby. Babies always made her smile. And then, she saw what she dreaded. In the midst of all of the confusion, there was Santa! The look on Santa's face was one she wouldn't soon forget.
Santa held the newborn baby with tears streaming down his face. He hadn't seen anything so precious in years. The baby grabbed onto his finger and Santa laughed. The laughter was deep and booming and quite unexpected to the new baby who cried in protest. The laughter, though, was a step in the right direction for Santa. His mood was lifting and he was feeling better. This baby had done that for him.
Christmas would be a success. The elves would raise the child on the North Pole with much interference from Santa and Mrs. Claus. Everyone in the workshop liked that arrangement. Santa could be heard all over with his Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas quite often. Santa was back.
Being as old as he was, it is only natural that his joints would start making noise. If he wasn't so cranky, he would have found humor in the situation. He sounded exactly like the toy soldiers that he made for years. These toys had fallen into disfavor, just like Santa. Even Mrs. Claus was having a difficult time dealing with Santa and his moods lately. And, Mrs. Claus is the sweetest person on the face of the earth.
Right about now, Mrs. Claus was ready to hit Santa over the head to shake him out of his funk. They had tried everything so far and nothing worked. With Christmas just around the corner, Santa had to shape up quick or Christmas would be a disaster. As it is, none of the kids even want to tell Santa what they want him to bring. He just oozes moodiness. They hadn't heard a Ho Ho Ho in weeks.
Santa was going to blow his top when he heard the head elf and an elf from gift-wrapping were expecting a baby any minute now. They had done a good job keeping the secret as long as Santa wasn't concerned about wrapping. As Christmas approached, it would be impossible to keep him away from that department. Mrs. Claus was very nervous about this. The last two elves that became romantically involved had been sent away, each to different locations.
Her nervousness increased drastically when she heard a commotion coming from the far end of the workshop. Gift-wrapping was at that end. Just as she arrived on the scene, she heard the cry of a baby. Babies always made her smile. And then, she saw what she dreaded. In the midst of all of the confusion, there was Santa! The look on Santa's face was one she wouldn't soon forget.
Santa held the newborn baby with tears streaming down his face. He hadn't seen anything so precious in years. The baby grabbed onto his finger and Santa laughed. The laughter was deep and booming and quite unexpected to the new baby who cried in protest. The laughter, though, was a step in the right direction for Santa. His mood was lifting and he was feeling better. This baby had done that for him.
Christmas would be a success. The elves would raise the child on the North Pole with much interference from Santa and Mrs. Claus. Everyone in the workshop liked that arrangement. Santa could be heard all over with his Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas quite often. Santa was back.
posted by Vickie at 9:28 PM
4 Comments:
This should be a script for a Christmas special!
Patry,
Thank you for your wonderful comment. You don't know how much it means to me. You are far too generous, though.
I didn't know you knew I grew up with the elves?
Now, why does that make so much sense? Ah, but it gives me an idea.
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