Santa’s Castle
Hi there! I am here to share my latest adventure with you, and what an adventure it was!
I arrived at the airport in the North Pole, late one evening. Snow was everywhere. Once I was firmly on the ground, I hired a dog team from an Inuit fellow. The dog team was supposed to take me to Santa’s castle, but they kept getting lost. After many unsuccessful attempts, I traded the team to an Inuit family that I had met. I took my belongings from the sled and went on my own.
I walked around for what seemed like days. I was tired, cold and hungry. The weight of my heavy furs began to get to me. However, because I was all the way out in the North Pole and had absolutely nothing better to do anyway, I kept walking.
My feet ached, my body ached. I trudged along slowly. I met a polar bear, whom I almost tripped over. He was the same colour as the snow around me.
“I’m sorry Mr. Polar Bear,” I apologized for my clumsiness. “I’m lost. Could you please point the way to Santa’s castle?”
“This is your lucky day,” said the polar bear. “I’m on my way there right now.”
Mr. Polar Bear and I walked over the ice and snow. Luckily for me, Mr. Polar Bear took my belongings and carried them for me.
Soon, I began to get very cold and I was stumbling a lot.
“Stay here a minute,” said Mr. Polar Bear, a little while later.
The huge, white animal disappeared out onto a thick sheet of ice. A few minutes later, he returned with some frozen fish.
“Eat these,” he said. “They will give you strength.”
After eating the frozen fish, I felt much better. It is amazing what a little bit of food can do.
After climbing a few more snow mountains, I was standing outside Santa’s castle. Brightly coloured lights lit the huge building. It sure was a welcome sight.
“State your business,” a little voice called up to us.
I looked down at my feet and saw a little man standing in front of me. He wore green and red felt clothing.
“I’m here to submit the annual Christmas list for all of the arctic animals,” Mr. Polar Bear said, proudly.
The little elf opened the gate and Mr. Polar Bear walked toward the entrance of the castle. Not knowing what I should do, I followed him.
“STOP!” the little elf yelled at me. “You must state your business with Santa Claus before I can let you through the gates!”
“I wish to visit with Santa,” I said.
“Nobody can just visit with Santa,” the elf said crossly. “Santa is a very busy person at this time of the year.”
Just then, we heard the court-yard ring with a loud, “Ho! Ho! Ho!”. I turned around and that is when I saw him. I blinked and rubbed my eyes to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. When I opened my eyes again, he was still there!
“Travelin’ Rick,” Santa Claus said cheerfully. “I’ve been waiting for your visit. Come, come with me.”
Santa Claus showed me around his castle. I met his elves and his reindeer. Mrs. Claus is just as beautiful as ever and she is still very worried about Santa’s weight. It was a great visit.
There was just one thing that bothered me a little. I never told Santa that I was coming to visit him. I wonder how he knew!
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