Merry Christmas to one and all…
Best wishes to you all.
David Stevens
Everything Stops for Christmas…
Chapter 1
It had been a tradition for centuries that during the complete month of July, Santa and his wife took a relaxing holiday. The rest of the year he oversaw the construction of the heaps toys and gifts that he would deliver to all the children around the world.
There was one rule in July, Santa Claus was not to be contacted for any but the most serious of reasons. So far, in the first eighteen years of this century, such an event had not occurred. Normally, if things were to go very wrong it would be close to Christmas, as it had been when the reindeer became ill and could not fly, and the dragons saved the day.
Mrs. Claus was sitting just under the shade of a huge palm tree; next to her was her Santa. Unlike her, he liked the sun and was resting back in a striped deckchair. He was currently looking out across the wide expanse of sand leading out to the rich blue ocean beyond. Santa was enjoying watching a sail-boarder swishing across the gentle ripples. He was content, very content. His disguise was working perfectly. He was pleased with himself for having made an appointment to have a whole inch trimmed from his luxurious white beard. Now he believed no one would recognize him as good old Saint Nick!
