Hello Everybody. It’s the shortest day with the mostest to do but let’s stop for a quick mince pie and a small glass of sherry. I wanted to thank you for your support this year. For all the likes, the shares, the purchases and words of encouragement you have sent, the Little Houses and I thank you from the bottom of our hearths and heart. We wish you the happiest of Christmases. We’ll be back in the New Year…
But for now, I’m afraid the shenanigans haven’t abated…
Living on the Edge; The Christmas Crisis…
“This is Ho Ho hopeless!” huffed Sandy. Heavily, he leaned back on the sack he’d been dragging.
“How am I going to make and deliver gifts to every single house in the world before dawn? At this rate I’m not going to make it to the end of the road!” Scarlet and Ruby looked on from the edge of the pavement…
When Santa Claus had announced his retirement, Sandy had immediately and excitedly applied for the position. The notion that he might be over estimating his abilities never crossed his mind; that wasn’t his way. And then, much to everyone’s surprise, he was offered the job…
Since his appointment in February, Sandy had been making lists, presents and pawing over maps for months, whilst flouncing around in his red, fur lined hat – even in July. But no matter how late into the night he toiled or how early he began, this Christmas simply wasn’t going to be ready on time.
The flaw, and it was a sizeable flaw, was that when the job description had mentioned the need for magical powers, Sandy had ignored this, somewhat essential skill, believing he could pick it up as he went. His motto had always been ‘Say yes to everything then fake it til you make it’
To the question “Do you possess a clean sleigh driving licence?” he’d answered “Yes.” Completely glossing over the sleigh bit… How difficult could it be, he’d thought. Now, with Christmas Day creeping over the horizon, Sandy was beginning to realise that no amount of faking it would help him convince the world that he was the real deal…
In a nutcracker shell Sandy had lied, stretching the truth so thin that now, possibly too late in the day to do much about it, Christmas was coming apart at the seams… xxx
