“Good morning beta”, said Maa.
I wanted to wish her back, I really did, but there was a lump in my throat and I wasn’t able to speak, so I just nodded.
“I have someone I want you to meet”, she continued, trying to make conversation.
“Good morning beta”, said Maa.
I wanted to wish her back, I really did, but there was a lump in my throat and I wasn’t able to speak, so I just nodded.
“I have someone I want you to meet”, she continued, trying to make conversation.
“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.
Continue reading Christmas Adventure – Ride Without The Sleigh
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.
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.
It’s that time of the year. Everybody has asked Santa for something. Santa wrote to everyone that he had met with an accident and broke his leg.
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’.
On a chilly Christmas eve, Santa was all set with his sleigh to deliver presents to children. He proceeded from his gift making factory and reached the first house he needed to deliver the present to. Santa descended from his sleigh and took out the gift from his sack. He started climbing the roof so that he could slide down the chimney. But the snow on the roof was too slippery and Santa fell down!
It is Christmas time. That time when the North Pole choir sings jolly Christmas carols, snowball fights happen everywhere, Christmas sweets are made and kids’ hearts are full of joy. The season to make merry and spread love.
Santa Claus was sitting on a chair with a Christmas tree-topped thermometer sticking out of his mouth. I, meanwhile, sat beside him feeling pity for the whole world out there, waiting for Santa to deliver their gifts at night, who would wake up to find an empty tree. I had already gotten my gift, but before he could deliver all his gifts he went down with fever!
‘God! The number of times I have told this man to wear adequate clothes, that hat is hardly anything!’
It was evening. The sky was a painter’s dream of accomplishment. But how could one capture this heavenly beauty that seemingly lit every corner of the Earth? The sun was slowly steeping into the ground while its scattered yellow lights bid goodbye to the worn-out people of the land. The moon was now peeping from between the fluffy white clouds, glowing softly. Its softness numbed my pricking worries, letting my mind live life for once. The wind was blowing softly. Brushing my cheeks, it quietly landed on each tree, making their nettled leaves sway gently. I stared. My restless red eyes were soaking in the simplicity of this beauty. “Even an eternity wouldn’t do justice to such a paradise,” I said quietly to myself. This moment was my escape from reality. This is when I would pretend that the world was this phenomenal dwelling of peace and love. But alas, one’s imagination can only last so long. Aware that reluctance was tugging at my heart, I turned my glance at the people around. Predictably, what lay in front of me was- in a word – “chaos”. It was quite amusing to see people so wrapped up in their problems, that not even a paradise for a solution would dare distract them. “Mortals,” I said, shaking my head in disappointment.