Santa Recycles Christmas - the continuing story

Chapter 5



David was home and he asked her Ladyship if the problem had been dealt with and how?

“Vindec said he had it all in hand the last time I saw him,” she replied.

“I think I better have a word with our Mage.”

David did not like things going on that he did not know about even though he had said, ‘get Vindec to sort it’.

David looked out the window across the field to the distant hills. He let his thoughts expand passing through the hills into a valley and along its length, until he stood mentally outside of a cavern. Vindec’s home. He called out and then the image vanished. Vindec stood beside him looking out of David’s office window. They turned to face each other.

Santa Recycles Christmas - 2020

Here are the first two chapters of a New Christmas Story.

I will be posting chapters each week through December.

Check back to follow the story as it unfolds and comes to a conclusion.

Merry Christmas, David Stevens

Chapter 1



The man known to millions as Santa Claus or Saint Nick or oh so many other names that applied around the world, was currently, on this wet July Tuesday, sitting in a window seat of a trucker’s café looking through the rain at a large metal gate whilst waiting for his lorries to arrive.

David Stevens (an old friend of Santa’s) had arranged for the lorries and also provided their drivers. Once Santa had asked him to help in making a fundamental change to the way the North Pole created Christmas for the children of the world. The idea had bloomed in Santa’s mind when the snow had been falling and his wife had presented him with an afternoon mug of hot chocolate, and an idea. He would love to have been able to claim that he had thought of the change, but in truth, and Santa was always truthful, it had been solely down to her.

A Sweet Christmas

My friends, followers and readers. I do not send out Christmas cards, instead I offer you this short 

sweet little tale for Christmas. 

With my very best wishes for a very Happy Christmas and New Year. 

David Stevens 

A SWEET CHRISTMAS 

The Saturday morning before Christmas, started much like every other Saturday morning for me and my siblings. We awoke and instantly started making a noise, which eventually woke our sleeping parents. It fell to me to get shouted at by Mum for the excess noise, I being the oldest of her children and therefore deemed (unfairly I think) to be in charge or at least responsible. With both parents now up and the house filled with screaming kids the day had begun.

Everything Stops for Christmas

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!