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- Herausgeber: neobooks
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Deutsch
These four delightful stories will stretch your imagination because they're extraordinary! Santa gets hammered, he gets abandoned in a blizzard by one of his own elves, and he has to confront his evil twin brother. And then there's the snow angel. Have a blast with these hilarious Christmas stories about Santa, his foes and his friends!
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Seitenzahl: 30
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Inhaltsverzeichnis
Titel
PREFACE
Why Santa Missed Christmas
The Evil Elf
Slush
The Snow Angel
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PREFACE
I wrote this collection of four Christmas stories inspired by wanting to give you something entirely different from what you usually get when you think about Christmas stories.
Much as I personally love adorable stories like The Night Before Christmas, The Snowman, The Snowman And The Snow Dog or The Polar Express, to name just a few, I really felt like writing something that would stretch the imagination of this classic genre, except for the fourth story in which a snow angel comes to life and spends Christmas Eve with Santa.
That one is more of a traditional narration. It's magical.
In the other three stories my Santas get drunk, tricked by their elf and they have to deal with their evil twin brother. These aren't stories you want to read to your six-year-olds. Read them to your teenagers, spouse and adult family members.
Be entertained together.
Laugh at their outrageousness.
They're different, and they're huge fun. So jump right in!
Why Santa Missed Christmas
„Ohohoh my head!“ Santa moaned loudly. He was lying spread-eagled on the floor of his workshop. His pajamas were rumpled, his hair was standing on end and he kept his eyes shut tight. His little elves were strewn about the room: on windowsills, tables and chairs, on closets and cabinets, in flower pots and buckets, in cups and bottles and every other conceivable surface. Taking up the rest of the space were thousands of wrapped gifts, big and small, bulky and flat, round and square and everything in between.
The fire in the furnace had long burned down to cold ashes and the icy draft from the open window had finally brought Santa back to life. It was freezing in the workshop and he was shivering terribly. He cracked one eye open and moaned again. Slowly turning his head he saw an empty Prosecco bottle sitting beside him and memories came slowly flooding back: the elves and he had actually managed, for the very first time in history, to make and wrap all of the gifts for all of the children around the world without having to stress, without forgetting anything (and then having to improvise later) and with time to spare. Having been so proud of themselves for not screwing anything up, they had got out a couple of bottles of Prosecco for Santa and a few bottles of mulled wine for the elves and started celebrating. One of the elves cranked up the music at some point and from that moment on Santa's recollection became rather fuzzy and vague.
„Oh boy!“ he croaked and his tongue felt swollen, dry and furry. „That was the stupidest, silliest, dumbest and most foolish idea I've ever had,“ he chided himself quietly because everything else would make his head explode. He rolled onto his side and sat up gingerly. When the dizziness had subsided he groped for something to hold on to, found a cabinet and carefully pulled himself onto his feet. Swaying slightly, he surveyed the chaos.
„We should have stuck to milk and hot cocoa to celebrate our success with.....OK, first things first. Water, shower, dress, clean up,“ he encouraged himself.
