Storytelling | The Tale Of The Lost Christmas

Have you heard of the lost christmas?

It’s not mentioned a lot.

But in depths of a brutal winter

One year Santa forgot!

He’d been out with the lads

And he’d had too much gin.

It meant he missed work

Because alas, he slept in.

 

Mrs Claus was no use

In fact she was as bad.

She’d been acting the barmaid

Entertaining the lads.

She made the boys roar with a flash of her thighs

And did something unspeakable with two hot fresh mince pies!

 

Anyway, the upshot

It destroyed all their plans

And families sat baffled, with their heads in their hands.

There were children sat sobbing

And Mums shaking their fists

Dads trying to gain web access

To the fabled naughty list.

 

They checked on Santa’s twitter and his facebook page too

All they found was a selfie from the Lapland Chistmas Do.

He’d not updated his status to say he was primed

And Norad simply said “There’s no movement at this time”.

 

There was no sign of rudolph

And no word from the elves

So reluctantly the parents

Took the jobs on themselves.

 

There was no time to waste

They could moan about it later.

They set about finding presents

And wrapping them in paper.

Mum persuaded Dad to slip on a red suit

Then sent him on his way, to his entrance via the roof.

He got halfway up the drainpipe, but couldn’t go any higher

Realising his route was blocked by the fancy electric fire.

 

He clambered down defeated, knowing his wife would send him back

When he simply wanted to get to the point, and empty his special sack.

At this point it was getting late, and the day looked to be lost

But he was determined to give his kids Christmas, and he would do it any cost.

 

So he hopped onto the landline, you know the thing that no-one uses

And when Santa finally answered, Dad was taking no excuses.

He said he better get here or if he didn’t there would be trouble

And he demanded that as compensation, the amount of presents should now be double.

He didn’t give him a chance to say that this would not occur

As Mum was looking on, and frankly he was more scared of her.

So Santa apologised profusely and said that he was on his way

And he hoped he’d make it over there, before the end of Christmas day.

 

Eventually he made it, and the children clapped with glee

Dad just raised his eyebrows, and gestured to where the gifts should be.

Mum said “Come on Nigel, it doesn’t matter that he was late.

He’s here and he’s brought goodies, and I think he’s pretty great.

In fact, forgive my boldness, but I really love what you do

And I’ve never met someone so famous, so can I get a picture with you?”

 

Dad just couldn’t believe it. He was raging, that’s for sure

Just hours ago this woman said she had no faith in Santa any more.

Now here she was swooning, with stars in her eyes

Over an old man with a hangover, barely legal to fly.

 

It all got quite messy . The police came in the end.

They weren’t sure if he could press charges. Said it would depend

As there was no sign of a break-in, and St.Nick was always good to the force

They said they’d seen all they needed, and they’d be in touch in due course.

 

Santa scarpered sharpish, Dad nursed his black eye

Mum tried to console the children, said there was no need to cry.

She offered up turkey sandwiches, but no one felt like eating.

It’s not Christmas when you’ve seen Santa give your Dad a good beating.

 

So no-one ever mentions it, and now you know why.

The legend of the year that Santa forgot to take to the sky.

He has never let it happen since, and just to make extra sure

He now has moved his Christmas party …. to the weekend before!

 

The Tale Of The Lost Christmas is a poem written by Ms Moem

 

 

 

 

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