Thank you for reading my story Santa is Missing, and for all the complimentary comments. I truly appreciate your kind words. If you missed a chapter or want to start from the beginning, just click here: Santa is Missing. All ten chapters are linked and indexed for your convenience.
For new readers, who have not had the opportunity to read the 2009 story titled The Gift, I am publishing a completely revised version this year. The first part of eight begins on December 16, and will run daily to completion near Christmas eve.
I liked The Gift because it challenged me to express my personal views on Christmas and God. If you wish to read a simple warm story about an angel who decides to give the Boss a gift for Christmas The Gift is for you. I hope you take my challenge and read it. I also hope it leaves you with a warm glow in your heart about Jesus Christ and Christmas.
Morty rushed Santa back to the North Pole. Polly said she would find her way back alone, and Ben returned with the elves.
Mrs. Claus and the elves had a back up sleigh packed and ready to go, but there was still one problem. Santa didn’t have a replacement light for Rudolph’s nose.
“I’ll lead you Santa,” said Morty, “with Sky-scooter I can fly anywhere.”
“Would you do that for me Morty?”
“My orders from the Boss were to make sure his Son’s birthday was not spoiled. If you don’t get the presents to all the good kids, they will be disappointed on Jesus’ birthday.”
By this time, Ben arrived.
“Can I come too? He asked.
“You can ride with us until we get to your house.”
“We will go to your house first,” said Santa. ‘Morty will tuck you into bed while I climb down the chimney. After I eat the milk and cookies, we will be on our way again.”
That night Morty rode on Sky Scooter at the front of the reindeer team. Morty and Sky-scooter did such a good job, Santa didn’t even know Rudolph was not there. Santa took off from each roof shouting his wish
“Merry Christmas, ho, ho, ho.”
Morty helped Santa complete the delivery of Christmas presents to good children all around the world to celebrate Jesus birthday.
As Morty led Santa from house to house, Ben slept. He was cozy and warm in his bed dreaming of how he helped to rescue Santa from the glacier. He remembered having tea with Mrs. Claus and assuring her that Morty would find Santa.
On Christmas morning, Ben awoke and ran into the room where the Christmas tree stood. There were presents piled everywhere. Morty was there too. He sat on a pile of packages with Ben’s name on them. He yawned, and stretched his arms out wide. Ben dove into the presents and started tearing them open.
Morty thought to himself, I’m really tired. The trip with Santa was a great work out. I wonder how he does it every year?
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