The Day Santa’s Reindeer Couldn’t Fly
It was the week before Christmas
and the North Pole was a hive of activity.
The workshops were busy
getting the toys ready for Christmas.
The kitchens were busy cooking
to feed all the elves and the reindeer,
when suddenly disaster struck.
The machine making the magical biscuits
for Santa’s reindeer broke down.
Panic ensued everywhere
as the elve engineer tried desperately
to get the machine going again.
However, it soon became clear
the part that was needed
wasn’t around anywhere.
To make a new one
would take too long
with only a week to go.
Santa was informed that Christmas
might have to be cancelled this year
for without the magical biscuits
Santa’s reindeer could not fly.
Worried faces filled the North Pole.
The elve engineer told Santa the spare part
was available but not at the North Pole.
With no flying reindeer
they had no way of getting it,
Christmas would be doomed.
Santa thought long and hard
until he remembered Griselda
the tightwad Toothfairy
that was banished there
a few years before.
Santa summoned Griselda
to come to the Claus home.
On her arrival he asked
if she still possessed
all of her Toothfairy powers.
When Griselda said that she did,
Santa then knew that Christmas
could well be saved.
The elve engineer
explained to Griselda
where the parts could be found.
With the instructions in her hand
Griselda set off to fetch the part
to save Christmas allowing the reindeer to fly again.
When morning awoke
Griselda arrived with the new part
and also a couple of spares.
The elve engineer got busy
to fix the magical biscuit machine
so Santa’s reindeer could fly
again on Christmas Eve.
Finally it was fixed
and the first biscuits arrived.
Rudolph was the first to try them
with his nose shining bright red
up into the sky he sped.
Soon he was followed
by the remaining reindeer.
As they watched from the ground
everyone knew that Christmas was saved
thanks to Griselda
the once tightwad Toothfairy.
12 December 2013
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