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Wednesday, 28 November 2012
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Santa’s Pipe Dream
By Peter Maddocks
It was December the twenty fourth, Christmas Eve, in a snow covered cottage in the far
north. It was snowing hard, and although it was only six o'clock in the
evening, it was very dark.
Tucked up warm in front of a splendid log fire sat Santa Claus, smoking his
favourite pipe, a chubby meerschaum, with a short fat stem and a tobacco
stained bowl shaped like a tree trunk.Every
now and then, he would lean forward and pick up a poker to jab at the logs in
the fire place, sending sparks flying in every direction.
“You'll set fire to your beard one of these days, if you don't put that poker
down.” Said Mrs. Claus from the
direction of the kitchen. “And do you realise what date it is today? Isn't it time you started getting yourself
ready for your long journey?”
Santa sat back in his chair and took a long puff at his pipe. “Don't you
worry your wise old head, my dear.” He said blowing clouds of smoke into
the air. “All the toys are bagged up and ready to go. I'm just
enjoying a pipe of tobacco before I go out to feed the reindeer... By jingle bells! That cooking of yours
smells good!” Said Santa, wafting the pipe smoke away from his nose.
“I don't know how you can taste my cooking, after puffing at that filthy old
pipe!” said Mrs. Claus from the kitchen. “It can't be doing you any good,
breathing down that smelly old smoke into your lungs, you should know better at
your age, and you should set a good example to all those children you visit and
give it up!”