Kindle Edition
The Stolen Christmas
Category:
Children
Publisher: June Winton
Type: Fiction
Pages: 31
Copyright: 2011
ISBN-13: 9780957261921
Price: $1.99 (eBook)
A children's Christmas fantasy story. Christopher Christmas seeks help from Santa to save Christmas from The Father Christmas Company, started by his father.
Join Christopher, Santa and his friends in a race against time to reunite the Christmas family and save Christmas for eveyone.
It is Christmas Eve and a tiny baby is left on the doorstep of an elderly couple who live in Christmas Street - so they name him John Christmas. He grows up to follow in his father's footsteps by making carousel horses for travelling fairgrounds. In time he has his own son, a boy named David, who sets up a business called "The Father Christmas Company". Harmless enough to start with, but before long he is trying to take over all the business from the real Father Christmas. It is left to David's son, Christopher, to save the day. Find out how he manages to save Christmas, as well as his own family.
Excerpt
All was not well in Father Christmas Land. There were only eight weeks to go until Christmas, and so far only a handful of children’s letters had been received. And these had been addressed most strangely, such as “to The Furry Fat Man”, and “to The Self-Employed Gift Giver”. The Council of Elders called a meeting. This council consisted mostly of retired Father Christmases, and the current holder of the title was not very popular with some of the older members due to his “trendy” ideas. Nicholas, who was Father Christmas number 76, could trace his lineage right back to the very first one. But he was not quite fat enough, his beard not long enough, and he preferred his electric snowmobile to a sleigh pulled by reindeer.
This council meeting was a very sombre affair. All the elders wore their full Santa regalia, and the council chairman even wore his official helmet complete with reindeer antlers on each side.
“You and your new fangled ways!” shouted the oldest ex-Father Christmas. “Look at this tiny pile of letters. Why, the children don’t even believe in us any more!”
“Perhaps we should be on the Internet,” Father Christmas replied.
At this there was the sound of shocked gasps.
“All right, I was joking,” he laughed nervously. There was a stony silence.
Father Christmas reached into his one of his deep pockets and pulled out Christopher’s letter, written neatly on Father Christmas Company headed notepaper.
“Actually, I wanted to read you this.” He cleared his throat. “URGENT. Dear Father Christmas, please help us! My father has stolen Christmas. We need your help to get it back. Love,” (and here he paused for effect) “Christopher CHRISTMAS”.
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