Sunday, 24 November 2013
The True Story of Santa (Father Christmas) in Lapland
One upon a time a very long time ago living in the wild snows in or around the proximity of
lived a mad grumpy old man who for reasons only known to himself and a gang of
Elves wore a false beard. He had locked them (the Elves not the false beards) in a large workshop making novelty logs for his fire
in the shape of trains, cars, rockets, dogs, cats, rabbits, in fact almost
anything you could think of. He then threw them on his fire (not the elves but
the logs) going HA HAHH HA HHAH ahha ha ha ha ha hah ha ha ha because he
disliked them all, but had been warned by the police about throwing small cute
furry things and trains onto fires so had to make do with wooden lookalikes.
Once a year however he would venture out in the middle of winter and steal mince pies, and glasses of mulled wine from folk in the middle of the night (I did say he was mad). It was something of a mystery for the people of
Lapland who just could
not work out who was stealing all the mince pies and drinking their mulled wine
or getting into their houses. Then the
king decided to reward who ever caught the thief with a fir tree full of
sparkly things, a foolish idea after all folk in Lapland
need another fir tree like a hedgehog needs one more flea.
But as it happens one small child, a little girl decided she would like her very own fir tree full of sparkly things so hid in a large box which she disguised with wrapping paper and a large bow. It is after all the sort of thing little girls do, they are not going to be happy hiding in a plain old cardboard box. Then at the stroke of midnight the mad old man arrived down the chimney grumbling about soot and stuff. As he drank the little girl’s parents mulled wine and raided the larder for mince pies the little girl sneaked up behind him and said I arrest you for stealing wine and mince pies and you must come with me to the police station.
The grumpy old man was a bit startled but thinking fast he said ho ho ho little girl, if you let me go I will give you a sack of novelty logs (sorry I mean toys) to burn (sorry I mean play with) and besides I have a magic reindeer waiting for me on your roof and if you arrest me he will starve to death. And he has a red nose and a magic sleigh and antlers and stuff. The little girl pondered and looked at the logs (sorry toys) and said OK then but that big false beard is rubbish and would you like a carrot for the reindeer. Nodding and taking the carrot the mad grumpy man made his escape up the chimney as fast as possible, but as he did the little girl shouted to him By the way what is you name and as he reached the top he shouted back SATAN HA HAHH HAH HA HAH HHAH ha ha ha HO HO HO . . . .
The little girl mishearing him said SANTA? Well that’s a funny name. However at school the following day she told her friends about SANTA and showed them her wooden novelty logs (sorry I mean toys) and then every small child started demanding they wanted SANTA to leave them things and the whole thing just got entirely out of control. But the mad grumpy old man found that his new fancy toys (sorry novelty logs) were selling like hot cakes (or logs) and he made loads of money allowing him to buy a big flash fur lined red coat. Although the Elves demanded a pay rise and with advances in technology got their revenge by not supplying batteries.
Of course over the long years the whole story has become a bit mixed up and fact and folk tale have blended together so that almost no one believes Santa is a mad grumpy old man in a false beard complaining about an itchy fur lined coat and drinking mulled wine in the middle of the night and nibbling a carrot………………