Short Story

Santa and the elf named Sylvester, the village wizard, had just completed trying out and approving the new, hold everything, toy bag. Sly, Santa, the tailor, and some other elves loaded and unloaded the bag several times. Each time they had the same success as before, it worked great.

Once upon a time, there was an elf named Raphael. He was singing Christmas songs while painting a bike. He looked around at other elves trying to ride bikes. Some elves were trying to stay steady and other elves were trying to get on. Raphael went over to the elves and tried to help them.

When I was a child Christmas always filled me with wonder, especially when it snowed. The sled tracks on the lawn added a vivid image that Santa had stopped by my house and eaten the cookies that papa said to leave out the night before. Life was easier then, and worries were few. This year, I was Santa, heading to New Jersey to bring gifts to my son and grandchildren. Furthermore, it was a lifetime transition, a major move to another state.

Everyone 5 and up knows that although Saint Nicholas existed; thankfully, there isn't a cheery fat guy with flying reindeer somehow slipping down your chimney to deliver presents while also knowing whether or not you've been naughty or nice. Speaking of which, how can he deliver presents to 2.2 billion kids?! And another thing; how can he survive in the Arctic? Being upon, if not the most, inhospitable place on Earth, it's practically impossible for any human being to live that far up north; not including global warming nor any of the other residents. For the scientific logic behind Santa, click here.

Santa: (Chuckling) Hohoho. Not going to give you a bonus? Well, come to think of it maybe he’s right you don’t deserve a bonus. But, you know who does? (Calling out the window) Dasher and Dancer! Come here boys! (Looking back at snowflake) I was running a bit low on reindeer food thank you. (leaves room and locks Snowflake in with reindeer. Screams can be heard)

“Then, we had hot chocolate with swirling marshmallows and whipped cream like soft serve. Along with that, piece or two of Russell stover milk chocolate candy. The rooms were so scenic, with Christmas decor everywhere. Ornaments, ribbon and that odor, oh good lord, it was so Christmasy.”

“There is a reason I need them, but I will explain later. And, Sly says.

Finally, only Santa was left. They were getting no real information that could lead to the answer. Detective Robin, and Stella were starting to get scared. Stella was starting to forget everything she was about to say.

Little did that mouse know that those reindeer were the worst of the worst. Gifted with flight, like I was, they took that power to their head. They thought they were better than all the other reindeer. They were incredibly strong and fast, and they loved Mr. Santa Claus selecting them to pull his sleigh. The only reason I’m here is because my glowing nose, but everyone’s heard that story. It’s in that song that everyone loves. I get cards every year from cute little five year

What if I was to tell you that the jolly, friendly, and innocent wonderworker that is Santa Claus that we all know and love, didn't always make the ‘nice list?’ Siefker bridges the gap between truth and fiction by embedding the notion that Santa Claus has taken on some strange identities over the past hundreds of years- each varying in name, personality, and drapery. In a daunting and unruly thesis, Siefker unfolds the evolution of Santa Claus and exploited his time as Robin Goodfellow; who is sometimes referred to as Puck, the Pagan fairy of mischief (Wright). However irrational this truth may seem, it is noted that Santa Claus is derived from an accumulation of tales, the earliest of which begin in year 260 AD with the birth of Saint Nicholas

She thought about the letter that she wrote for Santa Claus, about the gifts he would place under the Christmas tree tonight. And then she realized she should ask Santa for something else."

“We will, of course, do this year, as we have in the past,” he continued, “and have extra toys and gifts stored at our secret bases around the world.” “However, the requests this year are for larger and heavier gifts.” “So much that we may exceed the load limit of the sleigh.”

Santa lives in a magical place filled with little elves running around. He lives in a little village called the North Pole. Christmas presents are stored at the North Pole. Everyone talks about the North Pole because of how much snow there is and how the Christmas trees are perfect and pretty. Santa’s reindeer live at the North Pole, where they can eat as many carrots as they want. Every letter a child writes to Santa is sent to the North Pole. Santa has a

Verbal imagery builds the urgency of the speaker in his attempt to discover the source of the sound. Santa Claus’s dialogue mixes the use of alliteration and internal “sprang from [his bed]”, “flew like a flash”, and “tore open the shutters” to see the commotion from outside (10-12). Here, the speaker features the use of simile and metaphor to show his abruptness and curiosity, which reflects the same abruptness and curiosity of children, especially on Christmas morning. In the midst of his findings, the speaker sees St. Nick and his fellow reindeers. This is one of the only scenes in which Moore incorporates dialogue.

Geno nodded his approval and started into the living room, Sid following him and holding up the back of the tree.