by James Mallon

Created on: November 27, 2011   Last Updated: December 24, 2011

 Santa discovers the real world

Father Christmas was now too old for his annual toy trip around the globe and thought it time to retire; he should have hung up his old boots years ago.  He is sixty five years old and has delivered presents and happiness to millions of children for many a Christmas.  He loved his job and that it kept him going aslong as possible.

He wandered around the toy plant with a pipe in his hand and inspected the factory floor, admiring his festive empire. He felt happy but at the same time sad about this significant decision. His Grotto was working like clockwork and the once mischievous elves were now highly skilled in the art of toy making. They had also deserted historical tendencies of withdrawing labour at critical moments in the run up to the festive season.

It was time to give the responsibility of bringing laughter and joy to his son, Father Christmas junior.  He called him, broke the news and handed over the reins of the magical Santa sleigh parked outside beneath the falling snow.  It was Christmas Eve and the final instructions and chimney climbing tips were passed from the old generation to the new.  The children are waiting for their dreams to be fulfilled so preparations must be perfect.

Santa Junior had no real problems, he had grown up and learnt many secrets over the years and knew the drill quite well. He had now graduated from the apprentice to being the most important person on the planet, well for one night at least.  However, the new boy was nervous and unsure if he would find his way around the world with the same ease as his predecessor.

So he asked his dad for the old world map hanging in the school classroom where the young elves are taught toy making skills.   He studied it, loaded up the last few sacks and fed the reindeer for the long journey ahead.  He looked at his watch and it was time to go; his dad wished him luck as he departed into the cold snowy night.  He took some elves and went of into the starlit night to meet this tight and rigorous deadline.

On Christmas day he returned to polar base, exhausted and angry with the map he took as a guide. He shouted, “The Equator is around the middle of world but on the map it is

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