“That’s quite a storm outside,” Ms. Claus said as we sipped our hot chocolate and shared a piece of apple pie.

“It is pretty bad, but not as bad as the time we thought we lost Sachi,” I responded.

“How could any of us forget that day! But in the end, it worked out pretty good for you, Santa.”

“You are right about that,” I said sitting back in my easy chair.

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Several elves screamed, “Duck Santa,” and I bent over just in time to have a snowball miss me by inches.

Over all the gasps from the elves, I heard one say, “Sorry Santa! I wasn’t aiming at you.”

I smiled and waved my hand to show that I was okay, and not upset about the close call. After all, the elves and reindeer were just out having some fun.

Just then, Bernard came running out of the entrance to Santa’s Village with a megaphone and announced, “Attention everyone!” And then pointing to the West he continued, “There is a blizzard heading our way and, we all need to get back inside before it gets here.”

All the elves quickly picked up their belongings and headed inside. The last one came in just as the snow and wind picked up. All anyone could see was white, as if someone had put a sheet over the entrance.

I started walking down the tunnel towards the village when I heard, “Has anyone seen Sachi?”

Stopping, I walked back to the entrance where Bernard was. I could tell from all the gasps and looks that Sachi did not make it in.

“Bernard, we need to call Polar Pete. He is the best tracker in the North Pole,” I yelled above the howling of the storm.

“I am . . .” he started when suddenly a strong gush of air rushed past us. “What was that?”

“One of the big reindeer must have gotten spooked and dashed off,” I responded, looking to see who it was.

“Well I’d rather concentrate on getting Sachi back inside where it is safe, and not worry about some scared reindeer,” Bernard responded agitated, shaking his head.

As Bernard and I made plans to find Sachi, I noticed all the elves pointing to the entrance. Looking toward the end of the tunnel, still blanketed in blowing snow, I asked, “Is that a reindeer coming in from the blizzard?”

“It is Santa. And look what is behind him,” Bernard replied nodding his head toward the entrance.

Taking off my glasses and rubbing my eyes, I could not believe what I saw. With the snow swirling near the entrance, the reindeer became completely visible as he entered the tunnel. Holding onto his tail was Sachi!

As the elves cheered, I cried out, “Highstep, would be so proud! That reindeer dashed out into the blizzard, not thinking twice about his own safety.”

“He sure did Santa, and he found Sachi and brought her safely back inside.”

“You know Bernard, I have never seen a reindeer move that fast from a dead start.”

As everyone was congratulating the reindeer for his heroics, Highstep, the elf in charge of reindeer, came running up the tunnel. Nearly out of breath after running over from the barn, he said, “I just heard about an elf lost in the blizzard. What can I do to help Santa?”

“Thanks to that reindeer,” I said pointing in his direction, “the elf has been found. Have you been working with that reindeer?”

“I have, and he has been making some of the Mail Sleigh runs to pick up letters from the children. Why do you ask?”

“Well, without even thinking about what might happen to himself, he dashed out into the blizzard, found Sachi, and brought her safely back inside. He was so quick; all we saw was a blur, and it felt like someone turned a big fan on for a few seconds.”

“I’ve been noticing that sleighs get up off the ground faster when he is on the team,” Highstep added.

“Well, after what we all just witnessed, any reindeer that quick and willing to risk his own safety to help someone else should be part of my team. Highstep, can you work with him? With his quickness, I think he should be in the front, right next to Dancer.”

“I’ll do that. He will make a great addition to the team.”

“If he doesn’t have a name yet, I think we should call him Dasher, to remind us of today.”

Moving toward Dasher to thank him, and tell him of my decision to add him to the team, I felt a little tear of joy roll down my check as I watched Sachi give him the biggest hug.

As I thanked Dasher an idea came to me. “Sachi, you know because of what Dasher did today, I am putting him on my team for Christmas. As a member of that team, he will get an elf to help care for him, and I was wondering if . . .”

Sachi broke in shouting, “YES, YES, YES, I would love to be his caretaker!”

“Well it’s a done deal then. Highstep will get you both set up in the main barn.”

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Smiling from the memory, I placed my empty cup in the sink, and turned to Ms. Claus, “You know Anya, I’m always amazed at how something that might be really bad, can turn out to be a truly good thing.”

“You are so right Santa. You could have lost a good elf to that storm, but in the end, you gained a very faithful member for your team.”

“I did, and Dasher got a caretaker who loves him very much!”

Note from Santa: I hope you enjoyed today’s story. I will post another one next Monday. If you have any comments or if there is something you would like me to tell you about, please feel free to leave me a comment. Until next week . . .

Illustration by FireMane Studio

Entering the Mail Room I heard Anya say, “I’m over here Santa,” over the buzz of the elves translating letters from children.

Turning to my right, I saw her waving as she walked to her desk. I headed over to her and gave her a hug. As we embraced, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Spinning around to see who it was, Carter, the elf who helps Ms. Claus in the Mail Room, stood there with a stack of letters, “Santa, these are the letters from people who want you to visit before Christmas.”

“That looks like a bigger stack than last year, Carter.”

“It is and I think you may have some tough choices to make.”

“Well let’s take the letters down to my office and get started then.”

Entering my office Carter took a seat at the small conference table in the corner, and I walked behind my desk. Shuffling some papers around, I found the leather-bound appointment book and headed toward the table and sat across from Carter.

“These two letters need our immediate attention.” Sliding the letters in front of Santa, Carter explained, “These two places would like you to come early so that the parents can get good pictures of their children with you.”

“These are for November. I don’t usually start visiting until after Thanksgiving.”

“I thought that was strange as well. But apparently many people are sending Christmas cards with family pictures on them now. The parents have been asking about getting pictures early so they don’t have to rush during December.”

“I see this one is from the parent’s organization of a school in Burlington, which makes sense, since they help the school, but what is this Venture Crew from Union?”

“It’s a Boy Scout program, and it helps young adults between the ages of 14 and 20. The purpose of Venturing is to provide positive experiences that enable young people to become responsible adults. And the best part is that, it is open to both boys and girls!”

“Well let’s help them out then. It should be easy to find dates for them in November.”

“Consider it done Santa.”

“Who is next on the list?”

“The Holiday Junction at the Cincinnati Museum Center has requested some extra time from you this year.”

“I’ve always visited their Holiday Junction three days a week, and then one of my Jolly Assistants To Santa Corps (J.A.T.S.) members covered the other days. What are they requesting?”

“They were hoping that you would consider doing a fourth day, and they would like you to continue doing the Storytelling on Mondays.”

“If it is a weekday, I think we could do that. Most requests seem to be for the weekends.”

“Well they were also hoping that you could arrive on the Friday after Thanksgiving.”

“Has anyone else requested that day,” I asked.

“As of now, this is the only one. I think it might be fun for you.” Carter said. Acting a bit nervous he added, “They are also requesting Ms. Claus for the arrival.”

“That should not be an issue, but you sound a bit concerned.”

“I’m not sure how either of you feel about flying.”

“Ms. Claus and I fly all the time in our sleighs. You’re not making any sense,” I stated, a little confused.

“They want you to arrive in a helicopter.”

“I see,” I responded as I stroked my beard. “I’m fine with that, and I’m sure Ms. Claus will be as well. After all, it is for the children. I’ll talk with her later about it. What about the Kindervelt visits that benefit Children’s Hospital?”

“That is still on, but the dates have changed a little bit because of how late Thanksgiving is this year. I penciled in December 13^th and 14^th for them, if it works for you.”

Looking at my book I replied, “Those dates are good. Are the rest of the letters requests for home visits?”

“Yes, and once again, we have more requests than you could possibly do. We will need to coordinate with our J.A.T.S. Corps. Birdie, the elf who helps coordinate all your helpers, should be in on our conversations.”

“I agree. We will need many of them to help out this Christmas Season.”

“Birdie and I have been working the last couple weeks getting the list all up to date, and he is visiting with some of them today. Would you have time to talk with him tomorrow?”

“I will make the time. If I can’t get to all the homes, then It’s important that a J.A.T.S. Corps member gets to them. How about meeting with Birdie in the morning after breakfast?”

“Sounds good. I will finalize all the visits we talked about today.” Gathering up all the letters Carter said, “See you in the morning.”

As Carter walked out the door, Anya came in and asked, “You didn’t go through all the letters already did you?”

“No. We need Birdie to coordinate the visits with the J.A.T.S. Corps. But we did get some visits worked out, and I need to talk about one with you.” Pointing to the couch in my office, I continued, “Have a seat.”

After Anya settled down on the couch, I sat next to her and told her, “The Cincinnati Museum Center would like you to arrive with me on the Friday after Thanksgiving.”

“We usually do not do anything on that day, so yes, I’d love to do that with you!”

“There is a condition.”

“What are you talking about Santa?”

“Well they would like us to arrive in a helicopter,” I said awkwardly, fearing Anya would not like it.

“Well, I don’t see why that should be an issue. After all, we fly around all the time in a sleigh with reindeer. I think it will be fun,” she answered giving me a hug.

“I’m glad you agree!” Grabbing her hand, and kissing the back of it, I continued, “That’s one of the many reasons I love you, you’re always up for an adventure. It will be a great way to begin the Christmas Season!”

Santa’s Notes:
To learn more about the J.A.T.S. Corps please check out “Santa’s Summer Explorations”, which was posted on August 5, 2019

To learn more about the Mail Room please check out “Translating Letters For Santa”, which was posted on August 19, 2019

For more information about Cincy Santa’s Fundraiser for your organization please visit Santa In Toyland

Learn more about Cincinnati Museum Center’s Holiday Junction

Learn more about Children’s Hospital’s Kindervelt

I hope you enjoyed today’s story. I will post another one next Monday. If you have any comments or if there is something you would like me to tell you about, please feel free to leave me a comment. Until next week . . .

 Illustration by FireMane Studio

“Welcome back Santa and Ms. Claus,” Highstep said as Ms. Claus landed her sleigh, the Dulcet, just inside the east entrance to the North Pole.

“It’s good to be back home again,” I replied getting out of the sleigh.

“Any issues with the reindeer,” Highstep asked as he began to unhitch the team.

“Not at all. Clarice and Olive were great. Your training has paid off.”

Sensing a bit of uneasiness in my voice, Ms. Claus said, “Santa, I can tell you are anxious to talk with Bernard and catch up on things. So, if you want, I can get a couple of elves to help me unload the sleigh and take our things back to the house. That way you can go right over to Bernard’s office.”

“That would be great. Thanks Anya!”

Moving through the barn I suddenly found myself just standing there, taking in the scent of the barn and reindeer. Thinking about how much I had missed the scent of home, Highstep opened the door, to bring Clarice and Olive in. Seeing me standing in the middle of the barn, he said, “Is everything okay Santa?”

“Just lost my focus for a minute,” I explained smiling, and started walking toward the office again.

Reaching for the handle to open the door to the administration building, I heard, “Santa! You’re home. We all sure missed you and Ms. Claus.”

Looking back over my left shoulder, I saw Chumley heading toward me. “Chumley, good to see you again. We missed all of you as well.”

“Did you visit Ben & Jerry’s?”

“We did and I tasted your Chunky Monkey ice cream.”

“It’s really good isn’t it?”

“It is. They had big posters of the top ten flavors, lining one of the walls. I took a picture of Chunky Monkey for you. After we settle back in, I’ll bring it to you.”

“Wow, thanks Santa,” Chumley shouted as he skipped off singing, “I’m getting a picture of Chunky Monkey, I’m getting a picture of Chunky Monkey, I’m getting a picture . . .”

Feeling delighted to have made Chumley so happy, I entered the building and headed toward Bernard’s office. Looking in, I saw something I never thought I’d see. Bernard was lying on his couch, sound asleep.

Deciding to let him rest, I turned to leave when I heard, “Santa?. . . Santa! When did you get back? I was just . . .”

“It’s okay Bernard. I left you with a lot of extra work, so I understand you wanting to get a little nap in. I’ve done that many times myself.”

“To tell you the truth Santa, I was a little bored.”

“Bored? You’re joking right?”

“I’m not kidding. When I told the department heads that you and Ms. Claus were taking a little vacation before the season, Fizzlepop, your elf in charge of the electronic toy shop, decided to do more. As he put it, ‘I think we should all pick it up a bit. That way we can show Santa we are up to the task when he needs it.’”

“All the supervisors agreed, without hesitation, and it has been a pretty easy three weeks. That took a lot of pressure off me, and found I did not have as much to do.”

“I’m really proud of everyone. Not just the supervisors, but all of the elves.  But I have to ask, what did you do with all your extra time?”

“Remember how you were concerned about the production line for the L.O.L. Surprise! Bigger Surprise?”

“I do. I’m concerned we won’t be able to make enough for all the children who want one.”

“Well, Quinten, from over in Research and Development, worked on the line with me. After some adjustments we were able to increase production by 25%!”

“Wow! That is a load off my mind. Sounds like you made great use of your extra time.”

“Thanks Santa. You know none of us like it when we can’t make enough of a popular toy.”

“That’s my favorite part of all the elves and dwarfs here at the North Pole. Sounds like everything is under control. If there is nothing that needs my immediate attention, I guess I should go help Ms. Claus unpack.”

“I think we are good Santa, but you will probably need to spend some extra time in the mail room tomorrow, to catch up on the children’s letters. The Mail Elves were pretty busy while you were gone. The children are starting to make their lists for Christmas.”

“I may read some tonight. See you in the morning, Bernard,” I said turning towards the door.

Walking into our apartment, I was greeted with the question, “It was all under control wasn’t it,” from Ms. Claus.

“It was as if they did better without me,” I said as I sat in my favorite easy chair.

“Oh Santa. You know the reason it all went so well. They like you too much to disappoint you.”

“I know. I’m feeling so loved right now. I can’t wait to share that love with all the children at Christmas. I guess the old saying, ‘You get what you give,’ is still true.”

Note from Santa: I hope you enjoyed today’s story. Next Monday I will tell you how Dasher got his name and on my team. If you have any comments or if there is something you would like me to tell you about, please feel free to leave me a comment. Until next week . .

Santa Surprises Ms. Claus

“What do you want to do Santa,” Ms. Claus asked as she finished getting ready for the day.

“I have a couple of special places I want you to see,” I responded as I pulled on my shoes.

“I like surprises. Any hints you can give me?”

“I think I will just show you,” I replied and gave her a wink.

Driving in the car heading east, we approached a small town. A sign, partially hidden by trees turning orange and bright red, said: Quoddy Head State Park. With an arrow pointing to the right, I turned down the road. As it changed from blacktop to gravel, we began to smell the salt water scent of the Atlantic Ocean.

Sensing that we were close to our destination, Ms. Claus gasped with surprise as Quoddy Head Lighthouse came into view. “What an amazing building. With the red and white stripes, it reminds me of Chumley and his candy canes.”

“They have been painting it like that since 1808, and I use it as a point of reference to help find my way on Christmas,” I explained.

After parking the car, we walked down the long gravel drive toward the lighthouse and small white brick building, now a Visitor Center. Tugging on Anya’s vest, I directed her to the back, by the lighthouse. “There’s something I want to show you before we go in the Visitor Center.”

As we walked around the house, we came to a two-by-four foot wide piece of granite with Easternmost Point In the USA, West Quoddy Head, Lubec, Maine carved on the surface.

“This used to be the very first place I would stop in the United States on Christmas.”

“Used to be?” Ms. Claus questioned.

“The Grays lived here then with their children, and took care of the lighthouse. With automation, no one lives here anymore, but I still use the lighthouse as a marker and then go into town and start my deliveries.”

“So, this is where it all begins for the children of the United States.”

“It certainly does,” I responded as we walked around and went into the Visitor Center, where they had pictures of the Grays I could share with Anya.

Finishing a tour of the house, Anya and I made our way outside, letting the wind blowing west from the ocean push us up the steep drive to our car. “That was interesting,” Ms. Claus said as I opened the door of the car for her. “But you told me you had two surprises. What’s the other?”

“Well, for the next surprise, we need to cross over to Campobello Island.”

As we drove into Canada a sign appeared saying, FDR International Park 2 km.

“Wait a minute!” Looking puzzled Ms. Claus asked, “Wasn’t Franklin D. Roosevelt the 32^nd President of the United States?”

“He was,” I responded with a smile on my face.

“Then why is the park honoring him in Canada?”

“That’s a good question. You see,” I explained grinning, “Franklin and Eleanor had a summer home here on the island. Franklin loved coming here and sailing around the islands, while Eleanor enjoyed taking nature walks in the woods with the children every chance she had.”

As I pulled the car into the park, a large red house appeared to our right. “That’s the Roosevelt’s house. Today the area is an international park run by Canada and the USA. We can tour it if you would like.”

“I’d love to do that!” Anya answered, quickly opening her door once I parked the car. “You know I love historical places and their stories.”

“Franklin and Eleanor helped to improve the lives of others in the United States,” I explained as we headed toward the Visitor Center. “Together they found ways to work with others for the betterment of all. I loved my talks with Franklin on the back porch, and enjoyed sharing ideas with Eleanor on our walks around the island.”

Entering the Center, we signed up for the next tour. Sitting next to Anya, as we waited, I heard her whisper, “Thanks so much for this special day. I love going places with you.” Squeezing my hand, she added, “Learning about the people and areas that are meaningful to your life helps me see why you choose to do what you do.”

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An Ice Cream Adventure

“Do you think we will be able to taste some of the ice cream,” Ms. Claus asked as we pulled into the crowded parking lot of Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream Factory.

“If we do, I want to taste the Chunky Monkey that Chumley likes so much,” I responded.

As we walked toward the Visitor Center for a tour, Ms. Claus observed, “I thought we’d see more children, but there are mostly adults here.”

“I agree, but they look like children excited about going downstairs on Christmas morning to see what I left them,” I exclaimed.

Walking through the outside courtyard, I suddenly got very hungry. Every seat outside seemed to be filled with people licking ice cream cones. Sensing that I was about to get in line to buy one for myself, Ms. Claus grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s go inside and take the tour. We can treat ourselves to some ice cream after that.”

Reluctantly I agreed, “Okay. But I’m not leaving without some.”

Entering the Visitor Center, we found the main desk, and as we approached, Olivia, who was sitting there asked, “Are you here for the tour?”

“You betcha,” I responded.

“Well you are just in time. I am about to start a tour in just a few minutes. Here are your tickets, and we will meet just to the right by the door marked Tours.”

“How will we know it’s time?”

“When you hear the cow bell ringing, it will be time.”

It was not long before the bell rang, and everyone taking the tour moved toward the door, like cows heading for the barn.

After watching a short movie, we followed Olivia to a room looking down on the production floor, where they were making Justice ReMix’d.

Whispering to Ms. Claus I said, “This is what I always liked about Ben & Jerry. They care very much about other people, and are always trying to raise awareness about issues through their ice cream.”

With a look of confusion, Ms. Claus whispered back, “How does ice cream bring about social awareness?”

“Through their Justice ReMix’d, they are working with others to support reforms that invest in people instead of prisons,” I responded.

“I like that idea.”

About that time, I heard the words I had been waiting for. “Now if you would all follow me down the stairs to our right, I will see if I can get all of you a sample to try,” Olivia said.

When everyone was in the room, Olivia first asked if there were any questions. I immediately raised my hand and asked, “What is the Flavor Lab over in the corner?”

“That is where our flavor developers try different combinations of ingredients for future ice cream flavors.”

Looking at Ms. Claus I said, “I’m glad Chumley is not here.”

“Why is that?”

“If he got a look at that Lab, he would want one just like it,” I laughed.

“Now, if there are no more questions, who is interested in some ice cream?” Olivia asked, as a tray of cups filled with ice cream was set on the counter. “Today we have our Vanilla Carmel Fudge for you to try,” she said handing out the cups.

Sounds of satisfaction filled the room as everyone gulped down their sample, until Oliva announced, “That concludes our tour. As you move down the hallway, on the left you will see pictures of our top ten flavors. However, not all our flavors work out the way we would like. So be sure to visit the Ben & Jerry’s Flavor Cemetery to see the flavors we no longer make. It is outside to the right and just to the left of our solar panel farm.”

Walking into the hallway, I saw the pictures of the top ten lining the wall. I got my camera out to take a picture of Chunky Monkey, but under #1 was a picture of Half Baked. Continuing down the hall, I finally found the picture of Chumley’s favorite under #9. Somewhat disappointed for Chumley, I decided to take the picture without the number, and let him continue to think it was #1.

Outside, Ms. Claus and I got some cones to eat while visiting the Flavor Cemetery. “You know Santa, Ben and Jerry’s is more than what I expected,” Anya stated while entering through the purple gate of the cemetery.

“I agree, Anya. Ben & Jerry always talked about doing things for the people and the environment, ever since they were in high school. They made sure the company they created, operated the same way, even after they retired and sold the business. You have to admit that drawing people in with delicious ice cream and making a social comment at the same time is an unusual way to do business.”

“But it works Santa,” Ms. Claus said licking her cone, “so let’s support what they do and enjoy our ice cream.”

Note from Santa: I hope you enjoyed today’s story. Ms. Claus and I have now returned to the North Pole, Ready for the Christmas Season. If you have any comments or if there is something you would like me to tell you about, please feel free to leave me a comment. Until next week . . .

A Historic Tour of Boston

Exhausted from a day of walking around Boston, Ms. Claus and I sat on a wooden bench waiting for the train to take us back for the night. As the scent of cinnamon rolls filled the train station, I perked up. I was about to buy one when I heard, “Finchburg, train #425, is now boarding on track 9.”

“That’s us,” I said to Anya, my wife. Holding her hand, we made our way to Track 9.

As we walked out onto the train platform I said, “No one understands more than you do how much I love taking a train ride. It’s one of the few times I can sit back and enjoy the scenery without the responsibility of driving my team of reindeer, and deciding where to stop. If only they had hot chocolate, like the Polar Express.”

We boarded one of the double decker train cars and went upstairs. Finding an open seat, we both collapsed on the red bench seat from the long day. Anya smiled at me and said, “Santa I certainly enjoyed our day in Boston.”

“I did as well, but I could have done without all the hustle and bustle of a big city.”

Laying her head on my shoulder, Ms. Claus responded, “I know what you mean. So many cars and trucks, honking of horns, construction noises, it was not what we are used to. One thing we did not have to worry about was anyone recognizing us. People seemed to be in such a hurry to get to their destinations that I don’t think they ever looked at us.”

“All the noise was distracting,” I said, “but I think the walking tour with Eric, the National Park Ranger, was the best. He took us into old Boston, a quieter area, and taught us a lot about Paul Revere and the American Revolution.”

“We even got to see his house,” responded Ms. Claus. Turning to face me she added, “Eric even took us to see the old North Church, where Revere instructed Robert Newman, the sexton, to hang two lanterns in the steeple so that the colonials in Charlestown would know that the British were coming across the Charles River, just in case he did not make it to warn them.”

Getting our tickets out to give to the conductor, I smiled at the recent memory. “You’re right Anya. Hearing the stories about American history is more fun when you actually see the places where they took place. We tend to forget some things as time goes on, like the fact that Revere wasn’t the only rider sent that night to warn Sam Adams and John Hancock. Eric made sure to point out that Revere was sent across the Charles River to ride from the North, and at the same time William Dawes was sent to ride from the South. Surprisingly they both arrived in Lexington about the same time.”

“However,” added Ms. Claus, “Revere never made it to Concord. According to Eric, he was captured by the soldiers who eventually released him, but took his horse. While the soldiers concentrated on the capture of Revere, Dr. Prescott, who had joined Revere and Dawes between Lexington and Concord, avoided the soldiers and continued his ride to Concord to warn the colonials.”

“That’s right!” I exclaimed. “Imagine if Prescott had not made it. Things would have turned out very differently for the colonials.”

“What I find so fascinating about history, is that when you learn all the facts, there are always several things that seem to happen at just the right time, in order for events to happen the way they did,” Ms. Claus said thoughtfully.

Just as I was about to respond, “Next stop, West Concord,” came from the train’s speakers.

“This is our stop. We will have to continue our discussion in the car,” I said as the two of us made our way off the train. Our ride was about to come to an end, but our enthusiasm for history did not.

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Having A Whale of a Good Time

“Have you ever seen a whale on any of your trips Santa?” Ms. Claus asked as we approached a small pier in Gloucester where the boat Hurricane II was moored.

“I am usually in too big of a hurry to get to all the children’s homes to watch for whales when I fly over oceans; besides it is always dark out.”

Many people were boarding the 115-foot vessel in hopes of seeing sea mammals about half the size of the boat. Walking up the ramp I suggested that we go on the top deck. “I think we will be able to see the whales better from up there.”

Nodding her head in agreement, Ms. Claus started towards the back of the boat where steps led to the top deck. Once on deck we promptly found two seats on the starboard (right) side of the boat near the bridge, where the captain controlled the boat.

“Might as well get comfortable. I read where it may take about an hour just to get far enough out in the Atlantic Ocean to where the whales are,” Ms. Claus said.

As we moved out of the harbor and headed to the open sea, a fishing boat passed us heading back towards Inner Harbor. I nudged Anya and pointed to the boat, and talking loud enough to be heard over the noise of the engine and wind I said, “They obviously had a good day fishing.”

With a quizzical look, Ms. Claus asked, “How do you know that?”

“Look at all the birds flying around the boat. They smell the fish and think they are going to get fed,” I said smiling.

Shortly after that a number of people started getting excited as they saw a whale. Almost in sync with the passengers, Jamie, the education director of the crew, announced, “Off the starboard side you may have seen a Minke Whale. We are going to proceed to the Stellwagen Banks National Marine Sanctuary, where we should have better encounters with the whales.”

As we approached the sanctuary, way out in front of the boat we could see a couple of tunas jumping out of the water, dining on the mackerel that swim near the surface. Then the captain began to slow the boat. Excitement grew again as everyone on the starboard side of the boat rushed to the port side to see a Humpback whale and her baby.

Over the next hour or two we encountered several Humpback whales feeding on the mackerel. Everyone moved from side to side of the boat as whales came to the surface on both the port (left) and starboard (right) sides. Everyone cheered as we watched the whales play. I especially loved it when they turned on their sides, waved their fins in the air, and then smacked them on the water.

When four whales swimming together appeared on the port side, I managed to get a space where I could see them just off the bow (front) of the boat. Then it happened. A whale breached (jumping upward out of the water) just off the bow on the port side. Falling back into the water, the whale caused a thunderous splashing noise.

“Oh my!” Jamie exclaimed over the speakers. “We do not usually see that . . .” her voice was cut off when all the passengers gasped as another whale breached. Regaining her composure, Jamie continued, “I’m as surprised as you all are! We must have Lady Luck on our side today!”

In all we witnessed four breaches during our tour before heading back to the harbor. Settling in for the hour ride back to port, I said, “You certainly picked the right tour and the right day. It was amazing to see all those whales, especially seeing them jump out of the water!”

Walking off the boat on the pier, we thanked the crew members for a very memorable day. Holding Ms. Claus’s hand, I said, “Thank you for such a great trip. I will never fly over an ocean again without thinking about the gentle giants that live there.”

Note from Santa: I hope you enjoyed today’s story. I will post more about our trip next Monday. If you have any comments or if there is something you would like me to tell you about, please feel free to leave me a comment. Until next week . . .

Presque Isle, Erie, PA

The first stop on our trip was to a seven-mile-long peninsula, that extends into Lake Erie in the shape of a breaking wave. As we drove out onto Presque Isle my wife, Anya, asked, “Tell me again why you wanted to stop here?”

As a cool breeze from Lake Erie filled the car with the scent of the pine trees, I responded, “Since no one has lived there for about a hundred years, I never stop on my annual trip around the world, and I wanted to see if it was still as beautiful as I remember it.”

We came around a bend and for a brief moment there was an opening in the trees, causing Ms. Claus to exclaim, “Wow! Look at that sunset over the lake. I’m beginning to understand why you would want to see this again.”

Just as she said that, an opening on the side of the road allowed me to park the car. “Why don’t we walk over there,” I suggested, pointing to a path that led up a small hill. “If I remember right, there is a beach there, and we will be able to see the sunset better.”

With her car door already open, Anya responded, “Sounds great, let’s go!”

The pine scent began to disappear as a smell of water and fish became noticeable. Going up the small dirt hill and over the top, the dirt gave way to a sandy beach.  We took off our shoes, and walked out onto the beach. The cool sand felt good on my feet as it snuck between my toes.

“This is such a beautiful place. Why would anyone want to leave it?” Anya said as we walked up the beach hand and hand.

“Actually, there was just one man who lived here; his name was Joe Roots. But many people would visit here to picnic or swim at one of the beaches. They loved it when Joe would find them. He loved to entertain the children with his ventriloquism and stories about his ‘friends’ called the Jee-Bees. They were highly invisible nature spirits who could accurately predict the weather.”

“Were they really invisible, and could they predict the weather?” Anya asked.

“Well, I could never see or hear the Jee-Bees when he talked to them, but his weather predictions always seemed to be right! I even brought one of the fairies to visit once, thinking she might see or hear something, but she didn’t either.”

“I still don’t understand,” Anya said, as she picked up a shell from the beach. “Why would anyone willingly leave such a beautiful place?”

“It has more to do with other’s decisions than his own. You see, Joe really loved children, just like we do, and was eager to entertain them. Because of this, more and more people would go to Presque Isle to visit and enjoy the scenery, the beaches, and to have Joe entertain the children as well. Most visitors would even take extra food for Joe as their sign of appreciation.”

“Sounds like everyone was winning from the visits, so why would anyone want that to go away?” Anya asked watching a wave come onto the beach and cover her feet.

“Joe had built several shacks on the Isle, so that he could easily move about to fish or gather various plants like wild strawberries and blueberries, that he could eat. The town leaders also saw the beauty of Presque Isle and wanted it for all the people in town to enjoy. However, since Joe was the only one living there and had built so many shacks, the town leaders feared Joe would claim the Isle as his and not let anyone else live or visit there. When they forced him to be sent away, it allowed them to claim the Isle as theirs and use it for the town’s people. I remember putting all the town’s leaders on the Naughty List that year.”

Anya nodded, knowing that they deserved it and added, “You know, it sounds like Joe valued children like we do, and I like that.”

Watching the sky and clouds turn several bright shades of red and orange, Anya and I walked along quietly, enjoying the beauty of a sunset. “I’m glad you brought me here,” she finally said, giving my hand a squeeze.

Putting my arm around her shoulder, and watching the sun dip below the horizon, I responded, “I’m just glad that they kept the land as Joe would have wanted it, and that more people can now enjoy the beauty of Presque Isle. Joe Roots would be proud of it.”

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Walden Pond, Concord, MA

“Are we going to spend some time at Walden Pond?” Ms. Claus asked as we began to plan our day.

I smiled, for I knew that some of Ms. Claus’s favorite authors, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, and Louisa May Alcott, were buried in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Concord, Massachusetts not far from Walden Pond. She especially loved Thoreau who spent two years observing nature while living at Walden and then wrote about his experiences.

“Now why do you think we would have time to visit Walden Pond?” I asked, trying to keep a straight face.

Giving me a strange look, she finally answered, “If you want me to keep making you some of my special chocolate chip cookies, I’d think twice about that.”

Watching my face break into a smile, Anya knew that I had been joking. “Well,” she said smiling in return, “It’s good to know that you haven’t lost your sense of humor.”

Having visited with Thoreau when he lived there, I was anxious to see the place. “Do you realize Anya that Thoreau built his cabin there himself, and it only cost $28.12, on land owned by his friend Emerson, in the mid-1800s?”

“I wasn’t sure how much it cost him. But I do know that by living in the woods alone in nature, he gained a better understanding of how to live simply and deliberately. He was an amazing man.”

Since we both were anxious to visit Walden Pond, we quickly packed some snacks and drove to Concord.

The day we visited, it was about 63 degrees and there must have been a dozen people swimming in the Pond. While it seemed warm for us, after living at the North Pole, it seemed a little cold for the locals. Since Henry used to do the same thing, I can only guess they swim as a way to remember him.

As we began the two-mile walk around the pond, I was amazed by the size and number of trees. “Do you realize Anya,” I said slipping my hand through hers, “that when Henry lived here long ago, the area was called a wood lot where the Emerson family got their supply of wood for heating and cooking whenever needed. It was pretty barren in places back then. Now the pond is surrounded by several different trees and plant life.”

“I like the way you can peek through the trees and see the sunlight shimmering on the water,” remarked Ms. Claus as the two of us followed the path around the pond. “It’s so peaceful Santa, that it makes me feel good inside. Thoreau must have loved it here.”

Returning to where we started, we noticed a man on the beach entertaining some children by making very large bubbles. Sitting on a bench, Ms. Claus and I must have watched him and the children play for quite some time till the park service announced that they were closing for the day.

Stopping here brought back so many good memories of Henry and what he stood for. I was glad Ms. Claus recommended it. I am especially happy to see so many people going to Walden Pond in honor of Thoreau and to learn more about the man whose writings taught so much about man and nature.

Note from Santa: I hope you enjoyed today’s story. I will post more about our trip next Monday. If you have any comments or if there is something you would like me to tell you about, please feel free to leave me a comment. Until next week . . .

After looking over the production reports from Bernard, I leaned back in my desk chair. The scent of pine, from a candle my wife Anya gave me, filled the air, and I started thinking about the beauty of the areas south of the North Pole. Then the thought of Anya and I making one last trip to relax before the hectic season began, popped into my head.

Jumping up out of my chair, I walked over to Bernard’s office and found Chumley sitting on the couch talking with Bernard. They had several candy canes spread out on the coffee table in front of them. I interrupted. “Bernard, I was hoping to talk with you a bit, but it looks like you’re busy. When would be a good time for us to talk?”

“Now is a good time. Chumley and I just finished going over the new flavors of candy canes he has developed, and have the production schedule all set up for this Christmas. Before we talk though, you have to taste this new flavor.” Bernard picked up a candy cane from the table and handing it to me he said, “It’s Oreo cookie flavored! I think you might like it.”

I took the candy cane, unwrapped the end of it and took a small bite. As it crunched between my teeth, the Oreo flavor began to fill my mouth. “Oh, my goodness. This is fantastic. It’s like having a piece of candy and a cookie at the same time! The children are going to love this one Chumley.”

Bernard smiled broadly and moved from the couch to his desk. Pointing to the chair on the other side, he said, “Have a seat Santa.”

“Thanks. I just finished reading your reports, and with December just a couple months away, I wanted to be sure our toy shops will be able to make all the toys we need for Christmas.”

“Santa, we are in the best shape at this time than we have ever been.” Nodding to Chumley who was gathering the candy canes from the table, he continued, “Chumley was the last supervisor I had to meet with, and all the departments are ahead of schedule.”

Leaning back in the chair, I responded, “That’s good news. I was hoping that maybe Ms. Claus and I could take a couple weeks to relax and prepare ourselves for all the upcoming visits to homes, malls, and museums to see the children before the big night.”

“That sounds like a great idea. Everything is under control here. Have you given any thought as to where you might go?”

“Ms. Claus really enjoys seeing the trees turn colors, so I thought maybe Massachusetts, Maine, or even Vermont.”

Chumley immediately jumped up, knocking all the candy canes onto the floor and shouted, “Vermont!” Realizing he should not have broken into our conversation he apologized, “I’m sorry! I know it was not my place to say anything, but when you mentioned Vermont, all I could think of was Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream.”

“Vermont reminds you of ice cream?” I asked.

“Well, Ben & Jerry’s is in Vermont and they are my heroes. As the candy cane flavor developer, I always try to be like them. They are the best when it comes to creating new unusual flavor combinations. I especially love their Chunky Monkey flavor!”

“I always wondered who inspired you. Now I know,” Bernard remarked.

Jumping in, I explained, “Well if we end up in Vermont, I will be sure to stop and see them, just for you Chumley.” Turning back to Bernard, I continued, “Well if you are sure everything is under control, then I am going to talk with Ms. Claus and make some plans for a little trip.”

“We are good, and I hope you and Ms. Claus enjoy your getaway. You both deserve some time off before the big rush!” Bernard responded.

The possibility of the trip got me so excited, that I finally understood how children felt when they woke up on Christmas morning. Walking faster, I headed to the mail room where I last saw Anya.

Arriving there quickly, I noticed her talking with Babble at her desk. Looking up she immediately saw my big grin and smiled saying, “Your face tells me you’re up to something Santa. Am I right?”

“You are Anya!” I responded. Sitting in the chair in front of her desk I continued, “I just talked with Bernard and everything is going smoothly, so I thought we would take a little vacation before the season begins. You interested?”

“You bet I am! I was hoping you would want to do this. What about going to the Northeastern United States?”

“That’s what I was thinking. We could do some history touring in Boston, and maybe even go whale watching.”

“That sounds like fun, but I really want to see the leaves turning colors.”

“No problem. I think we should visit Vermont then. Chumley asked if we could check out a place called Ben & Jerry’s for him. Seems they make different flavors of ice cream.”

“That is so Chumley. He is all about new flavors. When did you want to go?”

“I say we leave tomorrow. I’ll have Birdie, the elf in charge of the Scout Elves, talk to some of our J.A.T.S. (Jolly Assistants To Santa) to see if we can stay with some of them while we travel.”

“Great! They could also tell us the best places to go see.”

“It’s a date then. Let’s try to wrap up early today, so we have time to pack for the trip tonight.”

Smiling, Anya reached across her desk and giving my beard a yank, she pulled me closer, and gave me a huge hug and kiss. “We are going to have so much fun together!”

Note from Santa:

• The original story about how Chumley became the flavor developer for candy canes was posted on July 22, 2019 as (“Not All Candy Canes Are The Same“)
• The original story about the J.A.T.S Corp was posted on August 5, 2019 as (“Santa’s Summer Explorations“)
• The original story about how Babble got his job in the Mail Room was posted on August 19, 2019 as (“Translating Letters For Santa“)

I hope you enjoyed today’s story. For the next few weeks, I will be posting stories about our adventure. Until next week . . .
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The hum of laughter dominated Elf Hall as Santa’s elves filed into the theater. Ms. Claus soon walked down the aisle behind them waving.

“So good to see all of you tonight,” she said taking her place on stage. Ms. Claus then pressed the remote. Suddenly the image of a large pool of water with people bobbing in tubes appeared.

“Are they crazy? What’s wrong with them?” yelled many of the elves.

Laughing, Ms. Claus touched the remote several times to show how much fun everyone was having. “I love to surprise you with pictures of the adventures that Santa and I have while traveling,” she began. “But, does anyone know what this is?”

Some of the elves had strange looks on their faces, but others smiled and raised their hands.

One elf stood up. “I know children take baths, but this is too big to be a bathtub. And why are they sitting in tubes half-dressed. Aren’t they cold?” Embarrassed, he sat down.

Finally, Alex, one of the Scout elves, laughed and jumped up to explain. “You have it all wrong. People swim in big pools like this one. I think this is a picture of a wave pool.”

Before the murmuring got out of hand, Ms. Claus thanked both elves and added, “Scout elves get a chance to see things when watching their children. Many of you, however, remain at the North Pole to help Santa. Alex is right; this is a wave pool. The temperature that day was 88 degrees, and everyone in the picture is cooling off.”

Clicking the remote again, Ms. Claus flashed a picture of Santa in his red trunks, red and white striped shirt, and red sun hat. Wearing sunglasses, he had smiled at the camera, while bobbing with the rest of the people in a tube. Laughter flooded the room when the elves saw the pictures of their boss.

Suddenly, Ms. Claus heard, “But what do people think of you and Santa having fun in the water?” Orin, a tall elf, stood up. Pushing his thick black-rimmed glasses into place, he waited for an explanation.

Ms. Claus flicked the remote again. Watching his skeptical face, she explained, “Notice in this picture how Santa and I are taking a break from the water and sun along with other people who are relaxing on lounge chairs under big umbrellas. Now don’t you think this would be a perfect time for people to ask Santa questions about the North Pole, the Nice and Naughty list, and the reindeer?”

Confused, Orin sadly said, “I know that we think humans want to talk to Santa, but no one is in the picture. I don’t understand.”

“Yeah,” exclaimed Bridgett, an older elf who did not like when Santa was snubbed. “They have the perfect chance to talk one-on-one with Santa, but they’re just sitting there ignoring him. That’s just plain rude. They deserve to be on the Naughty List.”

Ms. Claus hated when her pictures showed the truth about how Santa was often treated by others. “Orin and Bridget, I love your comments, but look at this one,” she remarked. The picture showed a little boy and girl in their chairs.

Suddenly the elves gasped. “They are looking up the aisle at Santa,” exclaimed Orin. Then he turned towards those who sat beside him and began to explain about the angle of the children’s heads.

Excited, Bridget stood up again, this time with a grin on her face. “You’re right Orin. You can see the little girl’s finger pointing toward Santa.”

“You are so right,” Ms. Claus exclaimed. “When I noticed them looking in our direction, I whispered, ‘They believe you are Santa.’ He got up, walked in their direction, and knelt on one knee next to their lounge chairs. Then, he pointed up towards me. I waved. Smiling, the boy and girl waved back.”

“Later he told me that they were Hannah and Nate. Both were excited to see Santa at King’s Island. Of course, they told him what they wanted for Christmas and promised to be good. When they left, they stopped by our chairs and said, ‘Bye Santa and Ms. Claus.’ I can tell you; it made our day.”

Orin, who was still standing, finally asked the question that no elf in the hall wanted to ask. “Why don’t all people believe in Santa?”

No one made a sound. “I’m not sure how to explain this, but I’ll try,” Ms. Claus began. “All of you understand that children know Santa when they see him. Unfortunately, many grown-ups don’t. Santa and I have talked about this change often and have no idea what causes it. Yet I can tell you that something marvelous happens to many adults a few months before Christmas, especially to parents who have children. They begin to feel the Christmas Spirit and spread it around their neighborhoods. They are kinder towards one another and more generous to those who don’t have much. They even tell stories and sing songs about Santa and Ms. Claus, his elves and reindeer, and the North Pole. Now mind you, not all people do this, but those who feel the Christmas Spirit make a difference.”

When the applause increased and the elves laughed and hugged one another, Ms. Claus knew that she had found the right words. Then the door to the hall opened to Santa’s wide smile as his Ho Ho Ho was heard throughout the room.

Note from Santa: I hope you enjoyed today’s story. I will post another one next Monday. If you have any comments or if there is something you would like me to tell you about, please feel free to leave me a comment. Until next week . . .

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I was standing with Highstep, the elf in charge of the reindeer, watching Rudolph playing with some of the younger reindeer, when I asked, “Remember when he was a newborn and we first gave him red fairy dust to see if he could fly?”

“I sure do! All he wanted, was to be on your team with Donner, his daddy.”

“You had been giving him a pinch of red fairy dust for five days, and he tried so hard to fly! He just never got the hang of it,” I said.

“No, he didn’t. I gave up on him ever being able to fly. Then Lyra decided to help!”

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Eighty years ago, in 1939, Lyra had gone to the pasture where the young reindeer usually play. She heard about Donner’s new son Rudolph, and was excited to see if he was flying.

Rudolph was easy to spot. He was climbing up to the top of a small shed. At the top, he jumped off, and fell into a snow drift. Lyra watched while he jumped off the shed at least 10 times!

Lyra began feeling sorry for him. Then she recalled the time she saw the Neverland Fairies deliver a bag of dust that she mistook for sprinkles. Bernard, the head elf, and I told her that we give the reindeer red fairy dust so that they can fly.

“If Rudolph got just a little more fairy dust, he might be able to fly and join the team with Donner,” she thought. Then she whispered to herself, “I think this is the day the fairies deliver dust to Santa. Maybe I can get some for Rudolph.”

She headed for my office in the administration building, hoping she might catch the fairies delivering the dust. She noticed two fairies carrying a bag just outside the door and asked them, “Is that Santa’s red fairy dust?”

“It is,” said one of the fairies. “We need to put it in Santa’s safe.”

“There is a new reindeer that is learning to fly and he needs to get some dust right away.” Walking toward the fairies, she continued, “If you give me the bag, I will take it to Santa and Highstep for the new reindeer.”

“I don’t know about that. We were given specific instructions to make sure the bag of dust gets into Santa’s safe.”

“But if you let me take it to him, you will save Santa from having to come over to his office and walking back to the stables.”

“I guess that would be okay, as long as you are sure you will take it right to Santa and the reindeer.”

“I promise.”

The fairies gave Lyra the bag and flew off. She headed back to the pasture with a grin, pleased with herself for what she was about to do.

She put the bag of dust on the ground, and reached inside her backpack for a teaspoon.

While looking for the spoon in her backpack, she did not notice that Rudolph opened the bag and poked his snout inside.

Finding her spoon, Lyra looked up and said, “Rudolph, I have some fairy dust and want to give you an extra spoonful to see if it will help you fly.”

She reached down to pick up the bag of dust she placed on the ground and let out the loudest scream you have ever heard. It was so loud that Highstep and I came running out of the barn.

“What’s going on out here? Is everyone okay?” I asked.

“Everyone is okay . . . I think,” Lyra said. “I’m not sure about Rudolph though.”

“What do you mean? Where is Rudolph?” I asked. “Did something happen to him?”

“Santa, I watched Rudolph trying to fly and felt bad that he was not able to. I remembered what you told me about the red fairy dust when the fairies came to deliver a bag to you. I was going to give Rudolph a spoonful, and . . . well, by the time I finally found a spoon, Rudolph had eaten the entire bag of dust!”

“He ate the whole bag?!” I looked at Highstep and continued, “Have you ever given a reindeer that much fairy dust?”

“Never!” Highstep said. “I have no idea what happens when a reindeer eats that much.”

Just then, I saw a bright light up above the barn, and asked, “Can anyone see what that is up there. It’s like looking into the sun, it is so bright.”

Highstep stood about 5 feet away, and said, “Come over here Santa. From this angle you can see what, or I should say, who it is.”

“What do you mean who?” By the time I asked I was next to Highstep and could see what he meant. There was Rudolph, flying high over the barn. And that light I saw? It was Rudolph’s nose!

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“So now thanks to Lyra, Rudolph is able to fly,” Highstep said.

“Yes, he can, but he also has a nose that glows red all the time!” I stated.

“It does, but you like having him around on those foggy nights to help you see, don’t you?”

“I do like that, and we learned to be careful not to give a reindeer too much fairy dust. But I’m not so sure Lyra learned her lesson about doing things without checking with us first, even though this time she actually did help.”

Note from Santa: The original story (“Flying High“) about Lyra and the red fairy dust was posted on July 29, 2019

I hope you enjoyed today’s story. I will post another one next Monday. If you have any comments or if there is something you would like me to tell you about, please feel free to leave me a comment. Until next week . . .

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Ms. Claus and I visited Big Bone Lick Historical Site in Kentucky recently. The park was opening new displays that day and when we arrived, we found many people waiting for the dedication of the new exhibits in the visitor center. Under the shade of tents, volunteers stood ready to explain all the bones and other objects on display on the tables. One of the tents had been set up with tables and chairs for the visitors to enjoy drinks and snacks.

“After the long trip down here,” Anya said as we walked towards the tents holding hands, “I could use something to drink.”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

As we came around the corner and could see the guests sitting at some tables, I stopped and tightened my grip on Anya’s hand. “Look, that’s Addie and Jack, with their mom and grandma.”

“We see children all the time when making trips like this.” Anya shook my hand in hers and continued, “I doubt they recognize us dressed in casual clothes.”

“I’m not so sure. As a favor to their Gimmie, the name they have for their grandma, I have visited them the last three years at their house. I remember Fratzkel, the Scout Elf that visits them each year, saying how they are always telling their friends about me.”

“Well we could just go inside the visitor center and skip the drink.”

Brushing my beard with my hand I decided, “You know you’re right. It’s not that we have never been spotted before. I think we should just be pro-active and see where it goes.” I put my arm around Anya’s shoulder and started walking towards Jack and Addie.

When we reached the table where the children sat, enjoying some cookies and juice box, I said, “Jack, Addie, I can’t believe you are here.” Sitting down at the table with them, I continued, “Ms. Claus and I enjoy the history of the park as well as all the trees and beautiful flowers they have here. What brings you out today?”

Addie looked up and upon seeing me began grinning from ear to ear and said, “Mom and Gimmie wanted to see the new exhibits in the visitor center. But we wanted to see the bison.”

“We like seeing the bison too. After the ceremony, maybe we can all walk down to the bison pen together.”

With excitement in their voices, they both responded, “Thank you Santa.”

“We’re going to get something to drink and go inside now. Come find us after the dedication, and we will visit the bison.”

We all waved to each other, and Anya and I picked up a bottle of water, and headed to the visitor center.

When we walked into the visitor center, I saw Gimmie, looking at the replica of a Harlan Ground Sloth. The sloth lived at Big Bone over 10,000 years ago, stood about 6 feet tall and weighed around 3,500 pounds. I walked over to her and said, “I saw Jack and Addie outside and hope that them seeing me, in the middle of Summer, did not ruin anything for them.”

With a big smile on her face, Gimmie said, “You don’t have anything to worry about. They think you are part of our family!”

My worry faded away for good when Jack and Addie came up to me during the dedication of the exhibits and Jack whispered, “Santa, they have stuffed snakes in the gift shop that we want, but mom told us we can’t have them.”

Addie stepping in front of Jack, asked, “Do you think you could bring them to us for Christmas?”

“Well I suppose I could see if the elves can make them for you. I’ll check into it when I get back to the North Pole.”

They threw their arms around me, squeezed tightly, then ran away smiling.

I turned to Anya and gave her a big hug and told her, “I don’t think we have to worry about anyone recognizing us anymore when we visit during the Summer. It would seem that children are not bothered seeing us outside of the Christmas season. They seem to think it is normal.

Note from Santa: I hope you enjoyed today’s story. I will post another one next Monday. If you have any comments or if there is something you would like me to tell you about, please feel free to leave me a comment. Until next week . . .

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