A letter from Santa:
Well, here I am makin’, packin’, and wrapin’ toy after toy. Though the weather outside might be frightful, as the saying goes, “the show must go on!”
Let me tell you what just happened. In the sleigh are so many electronic gadgets that sometimes I don’t know if it’s Rudolph’s nose a-blinkin’ or one of those electronic thingy’s whistlin’ and blinkin’. Not only that, Blitzen was playing one of those electronic thingy’s, forgot to unplug it, and when the sleigh took off, the 20 foot extension cord let it go just so far. Talk about whiplash!
Everything was topsy-turvy, even the reindeer were upset. When everything was back in order, Donna—er, I mean Donner, sprained her ankle. So Donner went to the injured reserve list for the night and I called up Alf. Don’t worry about if Alf can do the job. He’s fleet footed and swift, but there is one problem. He doesn’t know the route very well. That wouldn’t be so bad, but he’s the navigator. So if I’m a little late to your house, you’ll understand why. By the way---DON’T EAT THE COOKIES BEFORE I GET THERE!
Oh, over the years, I have many memorable nights of delivery. Snowstorms, sleigh problems, reindeer on strike, even Rudolph’s nose went on the blink a few times. Where are those batteries? But there was one Christmas night that was the most memorable of all of them. The night I stopped at the manger stall in Bethlehem.
As I knelt there and gave that new born King the most precious thing I could, the wise men strolled in and got credit for leaving gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Nobody ever wrote about the gift I left.
Well, I better get going. Alf is dancing and prancing and pointing at his watch.
Dash away, dash away all!!
Oh, what did I leave for baby Jesus? Only my heart!
Merry Christmas everyone and thank you, Pastor Allan for sending this letter out…..
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