The Terrible Night Before Christmas

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A Christmas tale from 2014!

I thought it might produce a chuckle and a Ho Ho Ho.

The Terrible Night before Christmas

The whole escapade started with the black cat. Santa leaned forward in his rickety office chair, puffing on his stumpy pipe and wreathing his head in smoke. He pecked with two chubby fingers at his typewriter, finishing a last letter to a second-grader in the Bronx. The kid was bound for disappointment this year, the result of a spectacular imagination and a dose of new-fangled animation that left make-believe characters appearing plausible. A challenge for the elves who prided themselves on unabashed creativity.

Dear Chuck,

I hope you enjoy the train set, hand-carved by a master elf in my workshop. I realize you requested a live dragon, but creatures that breathe fire are not only exceedingly rare but generally discouraged in apartment buildings where they’re apt to smoke the place up if not burn it down. Be good and Merry Christmas.

Yours Truly,

Santa Claus

He slumped back in the worn seat, adding the letter to his “regrets” pile. That’s when the black cat appeared in the window, yowling to come in. How a cat haunted the North Pole in the midst of winter was beyond him. No doubt, a practical joke offered up by the elves who reveled in some idle time now that this year’s orders were filled. He’d have to remember to check the sleigh’s bench for Insta-Glue. Last year’s mischief had cemented his britches to the seat, requiring him to deliver gifts in his skivvies.

He cranked open the window to let the creature in, hoping a blast of bad luck didn’t blow in with the snow. Not that he was superstitious, but Christmas Eve was the wrong time for screw-ups.

Just then, the alarm clock on the mantel burst into a raucous version of Jingle Bells, jolting him into action. He quickly slipped on his black boots, red coat, and furry hat, crammed the letters in a back pocket, and kissed Mrs. Claus on the cheek before bolting out the door.

The sleigh stood ready, the reindeer harnessed and snorting in the crisp air. Behind the driver’s bench, the elves had wedged a dozen red sleds and a mountain of bulging sacks. Shiny bows and curlicues of ribbon peeked from the cinched openings, and the elves had sprinkled the entire load with magic dust as white as new-fallen snow.

Santa checked the seat and studied the reins. A quick inspection of the runners revealed not one string of tin cans, and he made certain the reindeer weren’t sporting cowbells. Finally, he hefted the bags of magic dust, and satisfied that they were full to the brim, he clambered up and took the reins for the long winter’s ride.

With deliveries to Canada wrapped up, Santa breezed through New England. He descended on New York long after the children were all nestled in their beds. He planned to zig-zag his way south to the tip of Patagonia and eventually west across the Pacific toward the International Date Line, the last leg of his journey. Despite the late hour, the Bronx sparkled. Light-entwined trees and storefront displays twinkled with color. Christmas trees glimmered behind darkened windows, and from above, the streetlights formed strands of holiday cheer.

The reindeer landed on the roof of Chuck’s apartment building, raising the ideal amount of clatter. Santa hopped down and did a few lumbar stretches for his back. He lifted a sack from the sleigh and reached into the final bag of magic dust, tossing a handful over his head. With a finger pressed to his nose, he nodded. And nothing happened.

Another handful. Nothing.

He tentatively licked a finger…”Sugar!” Santa scowled and shouted at the reindeer, “Those blasted elves are going to pay if I have to stuff every perky little head in the coal bin!”

After several minutes of ranting, he puffed up his rosy cheeks and blew out a sigh. He grabbed his set of emergency lock picks from the sleigh’s toolkit, slung the sack over a shoulder, and headed to the stairwell.

Quiet as a church mouse, he crept through the building, picking locks and sneaking into apartments. Dutifully, he ate gingerbread cookies and drank milk, packing carrots into his pockets. He stuffed carefully-hung stockings and unloaded his sack beneath the bright trees before tiptoeing back into the hallway and starting on the next door.

In Chuck’s apartment, the sugarplum cookies were homemade. Santa snacked first and then rearranged the presents beneath the tree, placing the train set and letter in front, and flanking it with gifts for the girls. He was just closing the door with a soft click when a light flipped on and he heard a tense voice, “Who’s there?”

Santa took off at a scamper, not glancing back as the apartment door opened. “Hey, you!” the voice yelled. “I’m calling the cops!”

As Santa ran, he cursed the naughty elves once again. In a panic, he burst through the building’s front door onto the snowy street and took off down the slick sidewalk, the bundle of toys bouncing on his back. His belly jiggled like jelly as he high-tailed it around a corner, trying not to slide into traffic. Police sirens wailed, and a horn honked as he dashed across the street. Ducking into a narrow alley, he tripped on a filthy snow pile, whirled into a trashcan, and landed flat on his back in the city’s ashes and soot. Lights flashed as a police car screeched into the narrow entrance.

The fluorescent lighting in the police station gave Santa a headache. A plastic tree sat atop a file cabinet, decorated with looped strings of popcorn, and the remnants of a holiday celebration littered the desks.

Santa’s interrogation hadn’t gone well, his candid explanation regarding recent activities rendering him fingerprinted, photographed, and handcuffed to an interview table. His captors were arranging for a mental health evaluation and overnight accommodations, prospects that didn’t bode well for Christmas.

“We’re booking you on breaking and entering,” the tired-eyed detective stated. “Do you have an attorney?”

“I was delivering presents,” Santa explained again.

The man sipped from a cup of black coffee and ate snowman cookies from a paper plate. “Want one?”

“No, thanks, I’ve already eaten about two billion.”

“Yeah, right.” The detective shook his head wearily. “So you were delivering presents with a lock pick. Isn’t Santa supposed to use magic?”

“Ordinarily, yes,” Santa assured the man. “But the elves gave me sugar instead of magic dust.”

“Uh huh.”

“They’re ruthless pranksters,” Santa explained. “Last year they glued me to the sleigh.”

“Uh huh. And the carrots we found stuffed in your pockets are for the reindeer?”

“Precisely.”

“What about the sack of presents?” the detective asked. “Some children are going to wake up without gifts under the tree.”

Santa heaved a sigh and scratched his cherry nose. “Only if I don’t finish my route. I’ve two continents to cover before dawn.”

“That’s only three hours from—“

The interview room door opened and a uniformed woman entered. She leaned over the table and whispered in the detective’s ear. His chin drew back as he frowned at her. “Is this a joke?”

“Nope. Eight tiny reindeer. I counted.”

“On the roof?”

She shrugged. “And a miniature sleigh filled with presents.”

“Stolen?” the incredulous man asked.

“No one’s missing anything,” she informed him. “In fact, they report unexplained gifts.”

“Holy…moly.”

While both officers stared at Santa, he raised his eyebrows and smoothed his white beard. “I have a route to finish if you don’t mind.”

“Uh…yeah…okay. I guess.” The detective unlocked his cuffs. The pair not only escorted him from the station but drove him back to the apartment building. With the officers in tow, he hiked the stairs to the snowy roof. The reindeer pranced and pawed their hoofs, impatient with the delay.

“You should probably get rid of this,” the detective said, handing him a folder. “We’ll just pretend it never happened if that’s alright with you.”

Santa accepted the folder, and after they removed the yellow police tape from the sleigh, he passed each of them a gift from his sack. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” the two murmured in unison.

With a twinkle of his eye, Santa mounted his sleigh. He whistled and shouted the reindeer’s names. Eagerly, the team dashed to the edge of the roof and leapt. The sleigh dipped, and then the harnesses snapped taut as the reindeer flew up over the city rooftops with their sleigh full of toys.

As the dawning sky pearled the horizon, Santa left the team in the elves’ care, too tired at the moment to exact his revenge. Mrs. Claus met him at the door and took the folder as he unbuttoned his coat and kicked off his boots. “My, my,” she exclaimed. “Here’s one for the photo album.”

Santa glanced at his mug shot as he plotted this year’s retaliation, a merry grin curving his lips like a bow. “Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.”

206 thoughts on “The Terrible Night Before Christmas

  1. HO! HO! HO! 🤶🎅🎄 Merry Christmas!

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  2. Absolutely delightful! Hilarious plot. Those elves are going to end up on the naughty list!

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  4. Wow 🤩! This amazing. Got me hooked. 👏👏👏

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  6. Akriti Jain says:

    Now this was a Jolly good read …Thank you for making me 🙂 Merry Christmas !!!!

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  7. markbierman says:

    🙂 I never thought those elves would be such brats! Poor old Santa, doing his best to keep the world’s children happy. One of these days, those rascals are going to give jolly Saint Nick a heart attack.

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    • Lol. I think he secretly likes the challenge and come October he’s going to glue all their tools to their workbenches. 😀 Thanks for reading, Mark. I’m glad you enjoyed the story. I hope Santa is good to you this week!

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  8. Jules says:

    Fun. Reminds me of the play/movie the combines three fairy takes: “Into the Woods.” I’ve also read some politically correct fairy tales… 😉

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  9. A lovely story, Diana. Thanks for adding it to ‘Click & Run’.

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  10. Thank you for sharing this wonderful story, Diana! Never thought Santa has master elves too. Lol Have a beautiful weekend! Michael

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  12. Ann Coleman says:

    What a great story! Thanks for sharing this bit of Christmas cheer!

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  13. Jan Sikes says:

    What a delightful story! This needs to be a TV show for kiddos. I could see it all vividly! Great storytelling, Diana! Merry Christmas!

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  16. The jolly story does put a smile. Thanks for sharing❄😊

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  17. Jennie says:

    Hahaha!! This was just wonderful!

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  18. J Anita says:

    Sounds nice! 🙌

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  19. Amethyst says:

    What a great story. Those elves are definitely on the naughty list. Poor Santa.

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  20. Oh, my God — I love this story, Diana! What inspired it?!

    You know, when I was a second-grader in the Bronx, my bedroom window faced north — up the length of the Hudson River. On Christmas Eve, I used to gaze into the distance, looking for some sign of Santa approaching from the North Pole! Since we lived on the top floor of an eight-story apartment building, I always assumed Santa parked his sleigh on the roof, then descended to our (uncovered) balcony, where he let himself into our living room and left our gifts under the tree. Thank you for taking me back to that magical time, my friend, with your wonderful story.

    Also, I especially appreciated this paragraph:

    Despite the late hour, the Bronx sparkled. Light-entwined trees and storefront displays twinkled with color. Christmas trees glimmered behind darkened windows, and from above, the streetlights formed strands of holiday cheer.

    As you may recall, a few years ago I wrote a post titled “Home for Christmas: (Not) a Hallmark Presentation,” in which I shared my recollections of my Bronx-based Christmases of yore. I still maintain it’s the most magical place to spend Christmas — even if our local precinct did give jolly old St. Nick a hard time! Happy Holidays, Diana!

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    • It was that hilarious mugshot of Santa that inspired the story, Sean. And the question: what if…

      I remember your post “Home for Christmas” and the magic your memories inspired. I’ve never spent a Christmas in a city, but I can imagine the lights and the beauty and the wonder. I’m so glad you stopped by to read and that you enjoyed this story. I had a blast writing it and hoped it would raise spirits once again this year. Have a happy, healthy Christmas and a bright new year. ❤

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      • Christmas in Manhattan is wonderful — Rockefeller Center and the department stores on Fifth Avenue, et al. — but the holidays in the outer boroughs, the blue-collar beating heart of the city, are downright Dickensian. I miss that terribly this year. But I’m hopeful by this time next year that we’ll be back to a happier mode of existence. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Diana!

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  21. Resa says:

    Thank you for this! LOLOLOL!

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  22. Silent Hour says:

    Thank you for sharing your Christmas story with us, Diana! It made me smile and brought the holiday spirit closer. The holidays are going to be very different with all these restrictions…

    I really liked the cowbells idea. There is still time for the elves to do it.

    Much love

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  23. Darlene says:

    A great Christmas story. Thanks!!

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  24. Reblogged this on By Hook Or By Book and commented:
    In keeping with it being Whimsical Wednesday, I have to share this charming, fanciful tale from Diana. I guarantee it will bring a smile to your face!

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  25. J.D. says:

    So cute. Thank you for the smile and sparkle, Diana. ✨🎄✨

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  26. Ho! Ho! Ho! and that is our darling Santa with all his lovely toys and letters for all of us. Loved the beautiful story, Diana. Thank you so much for this wonderful post. Jolly and fun loving story.

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  27. Meg says:

    A very jolly story and I look forward to seeing what Santa does next year as he anticipates more mischief!

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  28. ‘Tis the most wonderful time of the year 🙂
    Poor Santa!
    Thanks for the merry finale 🙂

    Ho ho ho! And a Merry Christmas to you and yours, Diana! xxx

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  29. Chel Owens says:

    Merry Christmas! A great take. I like the trickster elves and am happy the detectives had a change of heart.

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  30. Tara Sitser says:

    What fun! A beautifully done juxtaposition of fantasy and urban reality. Thanks so much for adding some merriment to this troubled holiday season!

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    • Thanks so much for stopping by to read, Tara. I wanted to add a bit of merriment as we head into Christmas. It’s been a difficult year and I’m hoping Santa brings a bit of laughter. Have a happy, healthy holiday full of gratefulness for all the small and large gifts of love and life.

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  31. jomz says:

    Santa with lock picking skills. Brilliant! I’d call the cops on him, too. hahaha…

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