Santa


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1. Santa coming to town

The sweet sound of the jingle bells are dancing around my magical reindeer necks. All year the elves have been working hard to make all sorts of lovely presents that are just right for my most dear fans big and small, while I have been busy leafing through the mountings of wish lists and reading the sea of tiny crocked letters, building up to this fantastic night were the wind is fanning me in the face and the white fluff on my collar and hat are tickling my face. We are gliding through the night sky waving to the big blue moon and the winking stars. Looking down at the frightful chimneys that I have to slide down, which seem to shrink every year or do I dare to admit that I have got rounder from all of the mince pies and milk or even (I'm ashamed to say) the carrots that didn't find their way to any reindeers mouth. Every roof has blankets of snow lying on top keeping the tiles snug and warm. I can hear the silence throughout the street where everyone is tucked in bed, just the way I like it. All the houses are shrouded in darkness because the lamps and the chandeliers are all switched of; only the dim street lights are alight, the bulbs making the most annoying buzzing noise.

We are slowly drifting down to the first roof and the chimney is rising up to greet us. Closer and closer, we land not at all perfect. You would have thought after all of these years we would have mastered the skill of a decent land by now. "Steady now, steady now." We are loosing speed but we are still moving slightly. "Whoa, whoa." The edge is getting nearer and if we don't stop now Rudolph will start us flying again. Finally we skid to a stop. We have only just made it, Rudolph is admiring how far down the ground is after kicking down a pile of snow, tumbling off the edge to splat onto the ground. I hope no one notices. We take a moment to catch our breath in the bitter cold wind. The space is filled with silence, the kind where you could imagine a cricket is needed to fill it, as we anxiously wait for something to happen. Could someone have heard that snow fall? Only someone with the sharpest of ears could have heard it which will be incredibly unlucky for us. Just then a dog barked, the loudest sound I’ve ever heard, like a siren blaring to warn people to take cover in their bomb shelters. "Bugger".

Alice

My eyes pop open, I can feel a bubble of excitement riding up from the pit of my stomach as I lie in bed, my head is buried into my pillow and my hair is pooling around it like a halo. "Santa" I whisper. I am still half asleep so I'm not quite registering. "Santa!" I squeal, tumbling out of bed and standing up too fast that the blood rushes to my head making me dizzy. Leaping to the window I can see Barney dancing about on the damp grass, like he is playing a game with a squirrel, and barking as he runs to sniff some snow. I slap on my bedroom light and am yanking my wardrobe door open to rummage out my wellies. I wonder if he is already down stairs placing presents under the tree or whether he has only just arrived.


Santa

I am willing the dog to be quiet but it is too late, a bright yellow glow floods a small child's bedroom beneath us. "Oh dear" "Ssh" I chant to all of my reindeers. I slide out of my sleight and start to tiptoe down towards Rudolph with a piece of thick cloth gripped in my hand. I travel slowly past Cupid, Blitzen, Donner, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, and Dasher and arrive at Rudolph’s side. Lifting the cloth I gently lay it over his glowing bright red nose and suddenly the slight hazy red fog swimming in the air in front of him disappears. I can see down to the ground where the dog is sniffing the shattered snow spit on the floor. I command my reindeers to back away from the edge of the roof. Just then the creaking of a door groans as it is unwillingly pulled open and a small girl slides out into the open air. All I can do is pray that she can't spot us and hope that being on the other side of the sloped roof is enough to hide us from her beady eyes. She is wearing an all-in-one bedtime outfit with green wellies that come up to her shin and has beautiful brunette waves spilling down her shoulders.

Alice

I step outside into the freezing dry air which is so overwhelming that I just want to run back inside, longing to be back in my warm bed. As soon as I turned the door knob Barneys ears spiked up which is why he is already at my feet watching me as I pull the door to. I drag myself out further into the cold, striding to the other side of the garden to get a better glimpse at the roof.

Dogs don’t just randomly bark in the middle of the night which is why I am convinced that Santa is about. He must have not long just landed on the roof because when I crept down a couple of steps, after finding my wellies in my wardrobe, I peered out through the banister into the living room. There was no Santa. There were no presents under the tree, no mince pies were touched and not even a speck of coal from the chimney was littering the carpet, so there was no sign that Santa had already been in the house.

I rise up slightly onto my toes but still can't see anything on the roof, not even an outline through the thick fog. I stay like this for a moment waiting for some sort of movement but all that is moving is the fog and the clouds. My toes are starting to ache. Barney is licking my fingers with his big wet tongue like sand paper and I Iook over to the fallen snow that I saw him sniffing. Looking up to the edge of the roof I can see some more snow hanging over the edge threatening to fall down. Just then a jet black crow croaks as it lands onto the aerial on the chimney making me startled and suddenly scared and aware of how dark it is outside. I run as fast as I can to the back door eager to safely be back inside and Barney sprints in front of me like it is a game, then I push open the door ushering Barney inside. I jump up two stairs at a time with Barney tailing me and run into my bedroom, as I skid through the door I switch off the light. Hopping into bed I pat the covers for Barney to come and snuggle next to me. 'Maybe next year I will see Santa' I think. Then I close my eyes.

Santa

I waft away the crow which looks disapprovingly at me with its black eyes before it swings open its big delicate wings and flaps away. The small girl’s bedroom has gone dark again meaning that soon she will be fast asleep. I wait a couple of minutes before standing on the lip of the chimney with my sack hoisted over my shoulder, taking a big gulp I jump down the opening like pencil diving into a pool. Seconds later I swiftly slide out of the fire to be greeted with a large green Christmas tree with hundreds of shiny decorations hanging of its limp branches and tinsel rapping all the way down. I put down my sack and deliver the very first presents of the year. The most exiting part to the night.

 

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