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Sponsor: Carol Eastman Long before Christmas had become a jolly folklore, I met a grandfatherly man... He was clean shaven, tiny and crabby, And always wore a floppy black suit, his name was Mr. Atnas. See, I was at such a tender young age, full of innocence and make believe... I lived in a small village on a small island towards the northern plateau, Waters of the Arctic Ocean surrounded it, all the people in the village called it Samtsirhc, residing in the North Pole. At that time, the village was dark and dreary, The sun wouldn't shine for days, One gloomy Tuesday I went to work at my Papa's gift shop. It had been passed down for generations, and one day it will be mine... I learned at a young age how to use the cash register and stock the post cards. I saw Mr. Atnas walking into the shop and my heart raced, anticipating what he will say or do. As I stared at him he slowly walked up to me. “HEY YOU! I need help now! What's taking you so long!!” My Papa was chopping wood for sweet Ms. Sualc, who had just lost her husband, so it was up to me to help. He screamed, “I'm looking for wood for my furnace!” I scrambled my words anxiously.. “ Mmmmrr. Atttnasss..... Mmyy ppappa iis choppping some woood iiin the bacck.. I willl gooo gett ssommme ffor youu.” About two minutes later, I hurried back to Mr. Atnas with his wood. “Heere yyouu ggo sir...” I didn't hear a thank you, just nothing but silence and glaring eyes. As we were walking up to the register, I heard a loud trembling noise.. “Oh no Mr. Atnas, are you ok?” He had fallen on his back and I could tell he was in pain, he said, “Oh YOU BOY I need help getting up,” I just knew I would fall again since I forgot my cane.” So I screamed for Papa, and heard nothing.. I put my right arm around his neck and my left arm down by his waist. He started to limp and gradually caught his breath and stood up. I could see sincere relief in his eyes, he whispered while taking a deep breath. “You sweet boy, thank you so much. I'm sorry I was so mean to you earlier. A few minutes went by and he had to pay for the wood. He checked all his pockets and realized he had forgotten his wallet... Sweet Ms. Saulc, standing behind him whispers.. “Oh dear Mr, Atnas, may I please pay this bill for you? I would be delighted.” Mr. Atnas was in shock, for it was twice today he had been touched by generosity... Then came Wednesday, and I woke up to sunshine bliss, with snow blanketed on every pine tree, Rainbow colored lights emitting beauty to all in the village. “What a marvelous thing mother nature has brought us!” There was a castle made of gingerbread cookies, candy canes draping over every needle of all of the trees. Beautiful green tinted windows on the castle that was right before me. It was just beautiful. Lit up garland streamed over every corner, golden glass for all 4 doors. The magnitude ran for miles.. Blinking red and green flashes on those old dreary bushes. And wow, a snowman! I had always heard about them, but have never actually seen any! Chocolate covered sweets lining up for infinity, reaching the castle in our village in the North Pole. I noticed eight reindeer galloping in front of the castle. "Such marvelous animals I've never seen in the light of day!" In wondrous awe, I saw a man.. I thought, “when did he move here and why? Out comes a plumpy humpty dumpty man wearing an over sized red suit with candy canes hanging on all of the seams. Long white-grayish beard down to his sternum. And a red long laying hat with a white cotton ball on the top with delicate glasses to see. “Ho Ho Ho!!! Merry Christmas to our village of Samtsirhc!! It took me a minute but I realized that Samtsirhc backwards is...CHRISTMAS... How clever is he! I ran up to him full of intrigue and he greets me with a smile. I thought...”hmmmm, he looks very familiar..” I looked into his eyes and noticed he had a slight limp, and unbelievably it was crabby Mr. Atnas! Wow! What has happened to him? What is going on? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE??? He said, “Oh, sweet boy, you have helped me live a life of joy and kindness. My name now is Santa. Starting today, dear boy, our village in the North Pole shall be nothing but vivid dreams of sunshine. All the little children shall be full of lollipops and gracious gifts, made from my little elves in the workshop.” For every year on this day, we will celebrate joy and gratitude with wonderful fellowship through out the world!" As I was listening to him with anticipation for days to come, I realized that Santa is Atnas backwards! Out of the corner of my eye appeared an old angelic woman, it took me a minute but I realized it!! It was sweet lady Ms. Saulc... For now she shall be called Mrs. Claus.. What a beautiful sight to see! Such a lovely couple and how wonderful is it that today will be known as Christmas Day. Long before Christmas had become a jolly folklore, I met a grandfatherly man... Santa was his name, dressed in all red, with big jolly hands... Written By: Laura Loo Date Written: December 19, 2015
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