When
Santa’s Angels Came to the Rescue ©
By
Michael Casey
Santa
was sad, even he had caught Covid 19, he
thought he was safe at the North Pole, but no, he caught Covid 19. So how could
he get on his slay and deliver presents, besides which, what about all those
grandparents who were sheltering and may not see their grandkids this Christmas.
It was all so sad, Santa just wanted to cry and ask for a cuddle from his mom.
He sniffled and Rudolf pushed his fleece
back to cover him more, Rudolf was worried too, nobody had a clue what to do.
Rudolf sneaked out of the giant igloo and would have cried, he had to hide his
tears from Santa, a reindeer must always be strong. Rudolf looked to the skies,
overhead a shooting star passed by. But it was not a shooting star, it was the
Space Station.
Rudolf
was inspired, the Dragon Capsule had filled the space station with men, so they
could take turns to help him. Rudolf flew skyward, his red nose flashing, SOS,
SOS, SOS, which as you know means Save Our
Santa, Save Our Santa, Save Our Santa. The spacemen thought they were
seeing things, but the Monk was reading a Christmas Carol to them from the
comfort of his study. And as they excitedly said Rudolf was flashing them, he
took the photos of Santa from beneath his 1st Edition a Christmas
Carol. In an instant, he knew what had to be done, the three cousins from
Papaloffoff would have to go to the North Pole and help Save Santa.
Now how
could a retired USA general get Russia to help. The Monk rang a number and then
did not speak, he just tapped his thumb on the phone, in Morse Code he asked a
friend for a favour. Could Vladimir get the three cousins to the North Pole.
Now Vladimir was just a janitor, or so he claimed, but he had fingers in many
pies. So when he heard morse, of course he’d help. No words had been spoken,
nothing had been said, just tap tap tapping, on his special phone that his friend
had given him years before. One day we’ll save the world with this phone the
monk had whispered. The phone was stuck to the back of a icon of Mary, a gift
from one super power to another, from brother to brother.
The Monk
smiled, he had the exact same icon on the wall in his private office, you see icons have power,
because they are painted with love and prayer. The Monk went back to bedtime stories
for spacemen. Meanwhile, a helicopter descended on Popaloff, and with little
discussion the three cousins were away. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi were given Artic weather kit and told to dress
quick. Alexi Goodenoff whispered, these orders are from on high, you have to Save
Santa, he saved you now its your turn to save him. All dressed in white with
googles on, a bottle of vodka each they transferred to a plane. You can drink
the vodka now explained Alexi Goodenoff, for what they were about to do was
insane, and only a madman a fool or a man from Popaloffoff would dare do it.
James Bond himself would say I should cocoa if asked to do such a dangerous
thing. The 3 cousins would jump from a plane straight onto the North Pole ice
shelf, they would have skis on and only
Rudolf’s flashing nose would be their beacon. Santa needed help, and only they
would do.
Now back
in Papaloff, the icons glowed, the love, the power the prayer was there with the boys. You can take a man out
of Papaloffoff, but Papaloffoff is always
in the man. So the power was pulsing through them, as was the 2 litres of vodka
they had each downed in one. It can be very cold at the North Pole after all.
With that Alexi Goodenoff pushed them out of the plane as it slowed and came in
low. Rudolf flashed and with his mates they dragged the slay behind the. It was
close, but Rudolf was a pro, they caught the three cousins as they fell from the sky. With a belch, and a
bump and a fart, Lech, Boris, and Gregorgi were safe in the slay. Two litres of
vodka each, was a great way of relaxing, so they instantly fell asleep. They awoke
to find themselves in front of Santa, they hugged. Santa was wearing a space
suit, to make sure he did not spead Covid 19 to them.
So you
see boys I just don’t have the energy, what with all Covid 19 and all that. So Rudolf
thought you could help, and because the Elves caught Covid 19 too, I don’t have
any presents either. But Love is all you need, slurred the 3 cousins, who had
not yet sobered up after the 2 litres of vodka each. We should just give everybody
Angels this Christmas, that’s enough, Angels we have heard on high. As they
said this a mother cried, and her tears spilled all over the floor like pearls,
so it was decided by the King. This Christmas everybody the world over would be
a special angel from Santa, or rather Lech, Boris and Gregorgi.
The cousins
were told all they had to do was stick the Angels to the windows, no climbing
down chimneys as they were all too big, besize Santa has magic powers that
allowed him to get down chimneys, and sadly with Covid 19, it might be best not
to enter the world’s houses. Again a mother cried, and on high stars shot by. This
evil pest, Covid 19 was doing it’s very best to hurt everybody. But the boys
from Papaloffoff were on a mission, and as they flew through the sky, icons in
the East began to glow, in the North, in the South and in the West. In Churches
and in book stores, and in private collections hidden in bank vaults, the Icons,
the Holy Icons were coming alive. You see this was no tale like A Christmas
Carol. Tonight Prayer and Hope and Love would descend from Heaven above, and
Covid 19 could go to Hell.
Norad
tracks Santa every Christmas, but this Christmas Santa seemed to be very erratic,
popping up or is it Popaloffoffing up here there and everywhere, until finally
Santa seemed to split into three. Norad did not understand, but the Monk and Vladimir the janitor knew, and
as they each drunk their cocoa, with vodka in, they smiled and the icons in
their rooms glowed. You see, a mother’s tears this Christmas time had all her
prayers answered.
At each
house an Angel was stuck to a window, Angels we have heard on high, singing
gloria in excelsis deo. Andrew Graham Dixon the greatest British art expert was
in the bathroom shaving when there was a knock at the window, he opened it so
see Lech throw an Angel at him. Then a few minutes later Boris was there with
another Angel, then a few minutes more Andrew Graham Dixon had a third knock,
it was Gregorgi with a third Angel, Gregorgi did steal a stay can of Guinness that
was sat on the window ledge. Andrew Graham Dixon looked like Santa with shaving
foam all over his face. He laughed, it must have been the pudding.
So on,
the boys from Papaloffoff flew, 3 parts drunk still, but still delivering Angels
everwhere. Now you won’t believe what happened next. Yes, they fell asleep, and
3 became one, or rather all three of them were back in the slay. In the morning
the world over people delighted in seeing angels at their windows. Perfect
angels, icon like angels. Now the thing is, as Mary looked at her angel, she began
to cry, if only grandpa was here. And grandpa looked at his angel, if only I could
see my granddaughter Mary, she’d love this angel. And so she did, and so
grandpa did. As they both said it simultaneously a hologram, or perhaps a Holygram
appeared. Grandpa was really there with Mary, and Mary was really there with
grandpa. You see the power of love, and pray, icon style. Mary really was with
her grandpa in his house, and grandpa was with Mary in her house.
Now this
happened the world over, just think of me and I’ll be there, reach out and say
my name with a prayer and I’ll be there. So by the power of Angels everybody was
together, even though they were apart. That’s what icons do. Now maybe I was wrong about the 2
litres of vodka each, perhaps it was not vodka after all. Maybe just maybe it
was Holy Water, so the three cousins had breathed Holy Water everywhere, and it
was a Blessing so Families could be together.
There is
one footnote. When Andrew Graham Dixon checked his three Angels, because he was
a friend of Popaloffoff that’s why he got three, he discovered they were in
fact long lost treasure. Three Angels, a set that belonged back in Saint
Petersburg, so after he cried with delight he returned them to Vladimir the
janitor in Moscow. Who gave him permission to film anywhere and everywhere he
liked, because if you know the janitor, any door can open.
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