Santa was a big pluviophile and was enjoying the petrichor. He took his bumbershoot with him. Santa was walking on air. It was a week before he would distribute the gifts for Christmas. His beard had grown very long, all the way to his boots. Santa Claus’ wife, Santy Claus, commanded, ‘Go trim your beard, or I’m cutting it off.’ And she was very bad at it. So here he was, standing at the porch of his favorite barber shop called ‘Big, Bad Barbers’.  

When he returned, Santy Claus screamed at the look of Santa. It gave her the heebie-jeebies. Upon seeing the look on Santy’s face, Santa ran to his bedroom and faced the mirror. He was horrified to see that he had lost his beard! What had the barber done?! He took his laptop and googled ‘How to grow a beard’. The only result was to exercise. Santa moaned in laziness but at the same time, was very desperate and determined and checked his result in three days. When he appeared in front of his wife, she screamed again! Now he was too thin! He was as thin as the IPhone 6 itself! And he hadn’t even grown a beard large enough. He went to his bedroom and crashed. All of a sudden, he was floating over his bed with his jolly form back. The bed was a gift from Jesus himself. The Christmas idol had saved the day. He started making the gifts, even one for the bed. It was Santa’s best Christmas and the only Christmas he actually enjoyed.

// This Christmas special fictional story has been penned by 10-year-old Aditya Shukla as a part of a writing task given to the kids during our weekly creative writing classes //