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The Santa Saga – a Christmas Whimsy

December 22, 2010

One Christmas in Lapland, a baby was born to an unusual couple called Mr & Mrs Claus. This baby had hair so blonde that it looked almost white in some lights. He was covered in hair; as well as his head, it covered his back, his arms, his legs, and, worst of all, his face. The doctors explained that it was called lanugo, and it was quite common for babies to be born with it. It would soon clear away. They took him home from hospital, dressed in the sweetest little red sleepsuit, complete with a little red hood.

‘Well, we know have to call him Santa, said Mrs Claus, but he looks like a little Nick. We will name him Santa Nicholas Claus.’
‘You are so special’, sang Mr Claus, whose name was Canta, ‘Our special little Santa Nicky-Nicky-Nick-Nick.’

Weeks went by, and the whitish hairy covering gradually fell off from Santa’s body; it fell from his back, his arms and his legs. But somehow, it didn’t seem to be completely disappearing from his face. It remained around his mouth and chin, giving the impression that he was wearing a white beard and moustache.

As he grew, still bearded and moustached, his parents kept telling him how special he really was, and that he would have a special mission in life, following in his father’s footsteps. He loved hearing these legends in which he was to play a modern-day part. They told him of the travels he would undertake, and the joy he would bring to children everywhere.

When he started school, the other children laughed at his facial hair, cruel as children often can be. The teachers took the bullies aside and explained about Santa’s special differences. As time went by, these children learned to love and protect Santa from cruel strangers. They played with him and helped him as he mastered his sleigh technique, and befriended his reindeer playmates. They helped him to memorize the maps from the atlas, so that he knew the routes to every country in the world.

When he was thirteen, he was given a very special group of reindeer for a birthday present. The leader of this herd was called Rudolph, and could be recognised from quite a distance by an unusual red colouring on his nose. He trained these reindeer to obey his every instruction. In these training sessions, as he munched his mince pies washing them down with a drop of contraband sherry, they would do anything he asked them to for carrots.

At the age of fifteen, it was time for Santa to start to fulfil his destiny. On December 24th of that year, an elf came to escort him, with Rudolph and the other reindeer pulling the sleigh, to the elf factory where they made all the toys. When his sack was laden and he was seated on his sleigh, he commanded the reindeer to fly off to begin the deliveries. The magic he brought to children everywhere was indescribable.

This went on year after year, and children began to expect their visit from Santa. One year, however, he got to hear about somebody called the AntiSanta, or Anta for short, who was going around in a sleigh pretending he was the real Santa. He also wore a red suit, and carried a big sack, and went around scaring children and stealing and breaking their toys. They thought that Santa had turned bad, and didn’t really love them. At this, Santa went into action. He harnessed up his reindeer, and drove his sleigh to where he had heard Anta was operating. He demanded that Anta should stop his tricks immediately, or he would have to stop him; he couldn’t risk the children being so upset. Anta was not one to give in easily, and jumped into his sleigh, whipping his reindeer to make them go. Santa was so angry to see this, and requested Rudolf and the gang to fly after them.

They were running neck and neck, and Santa was formulating his plan to stop Anta, when he realised there was a small child in Anta’s sleigh. The boy called out to him, ‘Santa! Please will you help me to escape from my father? He is very cruel to me and many other children, and his evil nature breaks my heart. If you take me with you, I promise I will be your helper and make each Christmas Eve easier for you. I want to help to make the children happy.’

Santa could not resist such a plea, and, urging Rudolph to go even faster, he flew past Anta’s sleigh, plucking the boy from there and settling him in his own sleigh. The boy, who was called Fanta, begged Santa to somehow prevent his father from continuing his evil practices. Santa tucked Fanta securely down into the depths of his sleigh, and sped after Anta. As he got near to him again, Anta shouted that Santa would never stop him except by killing him. Santa knew that he could never kill anybody, but realised that he would have to destroy Anta’s sleigh to be able to thwart his plans. Anta flew high and fast, but Santa flew higher and faster. He passed Anta, and managed to bump him off course. Anta was enraged and from then on it was sleigh bells at dawn. All hell was let loose. Anta charged at Santa’s sleigh, again and again. As each charge came, Rudolph would lead the other reindeer to duck and dive, just getting away from Anta’s sleigh at the last minute. Anta flew high and he flew low; he flew sideways and backwards and even upside down. Rudolph choreographed Santa’s flight, soaring even higher, lower, further to the side and back, and spinning over and over. Fanta felt exhilarated. His cheeks were red, his eyes sparkled and his hair stood on end.

The fight, however, was soon to come to an abrupt end. Anta zoomed in on Santa, aiming to smash him into a big, old oak tree. Santa and his reindeer stayed perfectly still until the last moment, then slipped to one side, causing Anta to crash straight into the tree. His sleigh crumbled into a million pieces of wood, and he was left sitting in a heap of snow in the middle of the remains of the sleigh. He had banged his head, which now felt as though it was whirling around. Santa took a harness which had survived the disintegration of Anta’s sleigh, and tied up Anta in a web of reins and buckles. Anta was led into Santa’s sleigh, and sat helpless as Santa transported him to the elves factory. He was handed over to the chief elf, who had instructions to keep him imprisoned until he was an old man, and to make him help with the toy manufacture in exchange for his food.

Fanta was a kind boy, and didn’t wish to see anybody suffer as he had suffered, but he knew that was the only way to prevent Anta’s cruelty to all the boys and girls. As it was now Christmas Eve, the elves loaded all the presents onto the sleigh, and Fanta got to ride with Santa, helping to deliver all the presents around the world. He was so good at this that Santa gave him lots of presents and promised to make him his apprentice, and to take him with him every year. ‘You’re hired!’ he said.

When they got back to Lapland, Santa took Fanta into his home, and promised that he would always be able to live there. He noticed that Fanta was holding something, which he held out to Santa. ‘You give presents and joy to everyone around the world, but you don’t have any presents yourself, since your parents are now too old and frail to get you any. I have made you a model reindeer from a piece of my father’s sleigh. It’s not much, but it’s all I have. I hope you like it’, he said shyly.

Santa really loved it. With tears in his eyes, he hugged his adoptive son, and told him that he was special too, and that one day, he, too, would be equally renowned and adored. If you wake up one Christmas Eve, and you see a small boy helping Santa to fill the stockings, do not be surprised, for that will be Fanta.


Story inspired by @735songs


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  1. Anthony Curtis permalink

    Love it! Thanks for the credit as well. That bloody Rowling woman never gives me a penny for my story idea for the boy wizard Henry Patter!

  2. Sue I loved this. You have such a vivid imagination. Do you write many kids stories? If this is the quality of your imagination and writing you will surely get published. You cannot call writing something like this ‘not being constructive’. Beats cooking and housework any day of the year.

    • Thank you for your lovely comment. I don’t write for children at all – this was just a one-off for Christmas.

  3. grannyrant permalink

    what a great story, really put me in the mood for Christmas, I could actually imagine the scenes. well done!!……….Granny 🙂

    • Jujst seen your comment on Santa as well, thanks again for comments – glad if it helped create a Christmas mood x

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