- By Brooke Folk (Shared copyrights)
Here is a tale I must tell. Only Rudolph and I knew of this silliness
for years but if anyone should inquire directly about how the
author should have grabbed hold of it, just let it be said that
there is magic in the air around Christmas and the author, a most
inquisitive wordsmith asked a magic question and when a sincere
question is asked, it must be answered. Ask and you shall receive
A short story author, Alex was having a chat with Charlie and
Lisbeth at a local eatery in Boston last December. They all shared
their love of writing. Does writing have an impact on readers
Charlie writes for a small weekly newspaper and he said he hoped
so, Lisbeth is a glossy wedding magazine article writer and she
commented about one of her readers commenting on one of her articles
about how little time men spend in the restroom.
The reader actually sent her the average time log of 28 men who
entered a restroom facility at a quaint Italian restaurant in
just one hour. Four minutes for men and ten minutes for ladies
was the summary. Sure there are variables but it's a very believable
summary for conversation purposes. Alex and Charlie both knew
that they spend even less time than 4 minutes but they admit older
gents take longer, just because.
That is when Alex put the question out there. "Speaking of old
gents, I wonder how often, where and how ole Saint Nick gets his
relief during his long night?" Lisbeth groaned but she couldn't
get them off the subject until they exhausted their wit about
the subject. She was annoyed with herself when she actually added
a comment. "With all those cookies and milk breaks, something
has to give sooner or later." That's all the guys needed, another
fifteen minutes at least on that subject until they all had to
get back to their writing deadlines.
Alex had that subject tossing around in his fictional mind for
a few weeks. It may be that official Santa Suits have trap doors
like vintage long underwear but does he take a change of Santa
Suits with him just in case? Did his mother always remind him
to wear clean Santa shorts because you never know when you may
be in an accident?
Does he do it in the sky from the sled and revelers below beware
or does he wait until the next stop and sits on a chimney, no
of course not. Maybe behind a bush or even the modern facilities
of a home he is visiting before he has his snack and twinkle's
his nose and up the chimney he goes. Alex was covering all possible
On Christmas Eve Alex was walking home from a neighbor's home
not too far distant. A red glow was illuminating a squatting object
behind a rhododendron shrub and a voice was sternly instructing
to "turn if off Rudi". Scouting around the bush Alex came across
a department store Santa and an actual Reindeer cardboard prop.
Assuming what he stumbled upon he jokingly mentioned that he didn't
blame Santa, the retail season was over and he was just unwinding.
As Alex continued to walk, just for the fun of it, he yelled
back. "Hey Santa, when you got to go, where do you go on your
busy night? A matter of fact answer was sent back over the chilled
air waves. I have a magic suit Alex; even I don't know exactly
how it works, ho ho ho.
He abruptly sat up in his bed; his head barely indented the pillow.
"No way, not possible," Alex said out loud! It couldn't have been!
It was a red glow, Rudy was told to turn it off and the old guy
called him by his name. A magic suit! Of course, why didn't he
think of it before?