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Writers, watch your figures! (Of speech)

Well, if you are pondering a little over the title, let me elucidate that for you. I was just having a  little fun playing with the different meanings of the word ‘figure’. By the way, that was a figure  of speech used, a pun, well intended. If this brought a grin on your beautiful face, the purpose  is served. 

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Christmas Adventure – Ride Without The Sleigh

“Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Rudolph and Blitzen FLY DOWN! FLY DOWN!….. WHOOSH”, bellowed Santa as they were in the air. Santa pondered as he was about to deliver the last batch of Christmas Gifts and he dreamt of sipping hot chocolate with Mrs. Claus and other elves in Santa Village soon.

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Christmas Mystery

It all started when Santa Claus was packing his gifts for the kids of the world. He found something weird about his chariot. When he took a closer look, he discovered that one of his reindeers was missing. He knew that his chariot couldn’t fly even if one reindeer was missing. So, he set out to find the missing reindeer.

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The Christmas Conflict

It was the night before Christmas Eve and Santa was busy packing all the gifts. Meanwhile, the Grinch had sent his spies to know what Santa was up to and after his spies returned, they informed him that Santa was packing presents. The Grinch was fuming and wanted to stop Santa. So, after Santa had fallen asleep, the Grinch stealthily crept up to his house to rob all the presents. But he made a loud thud when he fell down from the chimney and Santa woke up startled. He darted outside and saw the Grinch, who challenged him to a fight.

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The Christmas When Tables Turned

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’.  

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