- By Jacqueline Rosser (Exclusive to Santa.CC)
Imagine the perfect
day at the beach. The sun is shining and the waves are crashing
in the distance. There are many surfers in the water. Most surfers
are wearing the traditional black wet suit. But, then in the distance
you see a man in a red suit riding the waves. As he gets closer,
you realize that isn't just any man. Red suit, white trim, fluffy
beard and a pointy hat- that surfer is Santa.
little tale seems unlikely. After all, Santa belongs at the North
Pole, not riding waves in the Bahamas. And while most years this
never would happen, there once was a time that this was a very
big problem. Sit back and I'll tell you the story of the time
that Christmas almost washed up on the beach.
When the weather starts
to cool down, things start to speed up at the North Pole. Christmas
time is coming and toys need to made, wrapped and packed into
the sleigh for Christmas Eve. Santa supervises everything. He
makes sure that every toy is perfect, that every child is remembered
and that the elves stay on task.
In fact, every year,
the elves know it is time to get back to work when Santa returns
from his summer vacation. Every year Santa takes a little break
and travels to some far off destination during the summer when
he isn't needed at the North Pole. He always comes back in October
to get things ready for Christmas. This year however, Santa never
Life seemed great at
the North Pole. The elves were enjoying their long vacation and
no one even realized that the holidays were fast approaching.
It wasn't until the magical Christmas tree appeared in the square
on December 1st that they realized just how behind
"December? How is it
December already?" one elf said to another. "Santa's not back
yet, it can't be Christmastime already."
The elves in their
confusion even went to Santa's workshop. Santa wasn't there and
his bright red Santa suit still hung on the hook where he had
left it. Santa wasn't back yet and no one knew why.
None of the elves knew
what to do. While elves are very good at building toys and making
Christmas treats, they aren't very good at planning or making
decisions. After all, that was Santa's job.
The elves held a meeting
and it was decided that someone would go out and search for him.
A little elf named Jimmy took one of the new reindeer and started
to explore the world.
He first searched in
Africa. He found many lions and elephants, but no Santa. Then
he was off to New York City. He almost got lost amongst the skyscrapers
and huge building. But, Santa wasn't there. Jimmy searched high
and low in places all around the world. Finally, he headed to
the Bahamas, one last stop before he went home.
Jimmy heard a rumor
about an old, jolly surfer man that had been riding the waves
at the beach. As he walked down the sand, he saw Santa riding
a big wave on his surfboard.
"Santa! Santa! We have
been looking all over for you," Jimmy hollered out. Santa paddled
to shore and greeted Jimmy with a jolly grin.
"Dude! Did you see
that wave I just rode? It was epic," Santa excitedly exclaimed.
"Did you come down to join me? The waves here are awesome."
"Santa, Christmas is
coming. It will be here in just 3 weeks. Come back to the North
Pole. We are way behind schedule and we need your help."
Santa could not be
persuaded. He had discovered surfing that summer and loved it.
There was no way he was trading his wet suit in for a Santa suit.
Jimmy got back on his
reindeer and started the journey back to the North Pole. Santa
grabbed his board and ran back toward the waves. With waves like
this, there was no way he was missing even one day of surfing.
When Jimmy got back
to the North Pole, he shared his sad news. Santa wasn't coming
back and there would be no Christmas that year. Then a little
elf in the back spoke up. She mentioned that Christmas was about
giving and that if they worked hard, they could do it themselves.
Immediately the Christmas
preparations began. Elves got to work making toys, designing wrapping
paper and putting everything together. Lists were compiled and
everyone had a job.
The elves kept working
and Santa kept surfing.
As the weeks before
Christmas turned into days, the elves worked long shifts and late
into the night to get everything done. Finally, early in the morning
on Christmas Eve the last toy was wrapped and placed in the waiting
sleigh. A cheer rang out over the North Pole. The elves had done
it! They were so happy.
Then they realized
their predicament. No one knew how to drive a sleigh and without
Santa's Christmas magic, the toys would take weeks to deliver.
They needed Santa back. The elves couldn't do Christmas alone.
Jimmy grabbed Santa's
suit and ran to the stables. He borrowed a reindeer and started
the journey back to the Bahamas.
When Jimmy arrived
the ocean was empty. There were no surfers in sight. All he saw
was one solitary surfer in a red wetsuit sitting on the beach
"Santa, what's wrong?"
"All the other surfers
are home with their families. It is Christmas Eve and they are
waiting for Santa. Only there won't be Christmas this year. It
is too late, we will never get the toys made and ready in time.
I waited too long and tomorrow there will sad children all across
Jimmy smiled and said,
"Oh Santa, don't you worry. Christmas is ready. The toys are wrapped
and packed. We just need you to drive the sleigh. Come back to
the North Pole with me. If we hurry we will still make it. Get
out of that ridiculous wet suit and put on your Santa suit."
They made it back to
the North Pole in time and Santa got all of the gifts delivered.
It was that day that Santa realized the importance of good friends.
His little elves were there for him, even when he didn't deserve
it. He hung up his wet suit and decided that from that day on,
the only suit for Santa was a jolly, red Santa suit.
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