Story About Santa Contest
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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
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2015
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