Censored Santa Shows his Claws

'Twas the night before Christmas and all was not well at the secret toy sweat shop in outback Oz, where old SC and his elven coworkers spend most of the year, so that he can get away from all that ice and slush and nasty cold weather in the North Pole. 

It had been a hard year, what with the usual drought and then the occasional flood and bush fire, but Mrs Clause had been hard at work baking cookies for all the elves who had signed up for the transmigration programme, and elves will do almost anything for cookies.  

They had settled well into life in the Australian bush outback, but had found it difficult getting used to the local wildlife. Kim Kookaburra kept laughing at their pointy ears and wily Wendy Wallaby got the jump on them at every opportunity.  They tried playing card games with Smiley Crocodile Dundee, but he would only play snap. 

The drought got so bad for a few weeks, back in October, that they ran out of drinking water and were forced to quaff the favourite drink of every marsupial, Coca Koala.  

They even solicited old Dave Dingo to show them his secret old billabong (waterhole), but he lead them across the road and down a track that went nowhere, then crossed back over the road when they weren't looking.  He was a double crosser.

Nevertheless, they managed to get all the children' toys ready, but were all very tired and weary from the heat and the dust, and there was still the runway to prepare with barrels of magical anti-slip, so that the six white boomers could pull Santa's sleigh across the sand dunes prior to take-off.  See more at this link: 

https://www.bebee.com/producer/@ken-boddie/santa-s-boomers 

So, back at the secret toy sweat shop, SC was getting ready for his big trip and was being lectured (for the umpteenth time) by Mrs Clause, on which latitude she had programmed into the GPS (Galactic Pointer for Santa) when he would have to swap his pink Bermuda shorts and jandals for his trendy fur-trimmed snow suit, welly boots and thermal undies. As you can imagine, the stress levels were starting to build up and even Rudolph Boomer had rising blood pressure, as evident by a bright red glow to his nose. 

Well then, precisely at this point in the preparations for the big journey, in walks the cutest little fairy that you've ever seen, complete with a tiny little magic wand and pretty little party dress and all. 

She'd also been working hard attempting to assemble artificial Christmas trees but, not being the brightest fairy in the candy floss, she had experienced great difficulty working out which part went where (although, to her credit, the instructions were written in Swedish as they had all come in flat packs from IKEA). 

And so she marched right up to Santa, the tip of one fully assembled tree in her hand and the rest dragging unceremoniously behind her in the dirt, and said in her sweet little voice, "What shall I do with this Christmas tree, Santa?"

So now you know why there's a fairy at the top of your Christmas tree every year !!!!!  

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The author of the above, Ken Boddie, besides being a sometime poet and occasional writer, is an enthusiastic photographer, rarely leisure-travelling without his Canon, and loves to interact with other like-minded people with diverse interests.

Ken's three day work week (part time commitment) as a consulting engineer allows him to follow his photography interests, and to plan trips to an ever increasing list of countries and places of scenic beauty and cultural diversity.