Bragging Santa Panda

On Christmas Eve a call went out from the Pole. Santa was sick, we needed a witch, faerie or troll. Someone who could substitute and take his route. The reindeer were on the hunt, the elves were out. Santa panda flew in on a magic carpet with a loud brag. I can do better than any faerie or witch, they mostly drag. North Pole Council took a vote an appointed him for the day. At midnight he flew off with a cocky smile in Santa’s red sleigh. The next day, most of the children of the world were sad. Accusing their mothers, their uncles and maybe their dads. Of not wanting them to have presents, wails went up to heaven in threes. For that silly Santa Panda had gotten lost, and was now stuck in two trees.