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By Carol Perkins

Santa was in a tizzy. He paced around his cozy living room with a fire burning softly in the massive fireplace that threw shadows on the walls. "I can't find my boots!" he yelled to Mrs. Claus who was no stranger to his forgetfulness.

"Check in the closet where I put them last night," she said with a laugh. This Christmas Eve, he was more fidgety than usual. Although his sleigh was loaded, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. The toys were finished to perfection and the names on his spreadsheet had been checked off, one by one. What could be wrong?

He found his boots and pulled them on with a little more effort than this time last year. Too many cookies, he thought. His Santa suit hang in the closet, but he would wait until the last minute to put it on because the fur around the collar made him itch, but he would never admit it. After all, Santa wasn't supposed to have allergies.

Mrs. Claus called him to supper, and they sat around a massive log table with their five children. Mitzy was the oldest and ran the doll and doll accessory department, which also included stuffed animals. Bitzy was in charge of building blocks and Lego sets. Ditzy took care of musical instruments from plastic horns to guitars and even sporting goods. Robert handled all the trucks, cars, and trains, while Sam was in charge of electronics. His division was growing immensely, so he was given ten more elves to complete the work. In total, two thousand elves lived and worked at the North Pole.

"There is something I am not thinking of," Santa confided to Mrs. Claus. "I can't leave home tonight until I figure this out."

Each year Santa had the same feeling, so she ran through a checklist to satisfy his fear. "Did Robert finish that fire truck with the special ladder that the little boy in Kentucky wanted?"

"That's it! I knew there was something." Then he turned his head toward the back bedroom. "Robert, oh Robert, come quick."

Robert was used to his father's urgency. "What's wrong, Dad?" he asked.

"Did you finish that special fire truck?"

"The one for the boy in Kentucky? "Robert asked.

"Yes, I have to have it in my bag," he insisted.

"It is in the bag in the Kentucky section. You know I don't forget."

Santa patted his son on his back and in minutes, the children lined the table eating their Christmas Eve meal of prime rib and baked potatoes. Santa said, "Tonight I begin another mission. Children are so excited they can't sleep, and their parents are so tired they can hardly stay awake," he chuckled. It is paramount that nothing goes wrong. He went down the line for a report from each child. Everything was in order. Mrs. Claus smiled at his routine. She had lived with this man for a thousand years, so she knew how seriously he took his responsibility. "I don't want to get over Glasgow and realized I don't have the LOL doll for that sweet little girl on South Green."

That night Santa was ready. He whispered in each reindeer's ear, patted him on the head, and gave Rudolph a GPS. Santa wiggled into his seat, checked twice the bags behind him, and blew a kiss to his family. "I'll be back before the sun rises over the North Pole," he said. With a swish of his reins, the reindeer lifted from the snow-covered ground and Santa disappeared into the starry night. Another Christmas, another generation of children, and a little boy in Kentucky who will cherish his custom-made firetruck.

This Christmas favorite story from Carol also appeared in December 2019. We're re-running it by popular demand.

This story was posted on 2020-12-17 18:19:18
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