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one. “On the other hand, my reindeer love carrots.” As he finishes his sentence, a great big “bump” is heard, coming from the ceiling of the shopping centre. “Don’t you worry,” said a laughing Santa Claus. “Those aremy reindeer. I parked them on the roof.” He then explains how his team of sleigh pullers, made up of Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Dunder, Blixem and the famous Rudolph, can fly. “They aren’t regular reindeer,” he said, eating yet another cookie. “They’remagical, because they come from the North Pole.” Santa can guide his sleigh through foggy and snowy Christmas night with the help of his companion, the red nosed reindeer. When he was just a baby, Rudolph’s glowing red nose made him a social out- cast among the other reindeer. However, Santa’s worldwide flight one year was im- periled by severe fog, but upon going to Rudolph’s house to deliver his presents, Santa observed his glowing red nose in the darkened bedroom and decided to use
Having to deliver toys to children all over the world, it’s a wonder Kris Kringle even has time to stop at the Cornwall Square. But luckily for local children, he does. Sitting on his big green chair, surrounded by hurried shoppers, the man they most commonly call Santa Claus strokes his long beard, awaiting the next child that will soon take a seat on his lap. His big red and white coat is meticulously clean and seems to stay that way even after entertaining the children at the shopping centre. When asked how hemanages to be in the Cornwall Square on several occasions and still work on themillions of toys hemust de- liver on Christmas Day, St. Nicholas smiles, before stroking his long, white beard. “As you know, I have magical powers, which make it possible for me to travel all around the world in one night,” he said, his hardy yet soft voice echoing in the shopping centre. “My reindeer and sleigh are all part of themagic.” Upon answering the question, Santa gets up and stretches around. Sitting for hours on end can cause one to have a sore back. Walking towards a small cupboard, that’s cunningly dissimulated behind a reindeer decoration, he retrieves a small red box. Upon it are several painted snowflakes and a big green ribbon holding it shut. He sits back down on his big green chair, before tugging on the ribbon. He lifts the top of the box and reveals its content: cookies. It’s no mystery that Kringle is a fan of cookies. He’s known to eat millions of them on Christmas, all the while
Rudolph as a makeshift lamp to guide his sleigh. Rudolph accepted Santa’s request to lead the sleigh for the rest of the night, and he returned to the North Pole a hero. As he eats the last of the cookies in the box, a small child walks to him, eager to share his choice of toys for Christmas. Santa easily lifts his lap. “What would you like this year young man,” he asks the boy, who is wide eyed. “A fire truck,” the little boy answers. Kringle then bursts out the young boy, be- fore sitting him on
drinking down thousands of gallons of milk. But how exactly does he keep such a jolly figure? “Exercise,”
he pointed out, “and lots of it.” When he’s not sleigh- ing through the whole world, Santa
laughing. “Very well,” he yells out. “A fire truck it will be.” The little boy, now har- boring a smile, looks at Santa and thanks him, before running towards his mother, who also smiling. Its apparent Santa loves to bring joy to the world. With his magical gift bag, which in itself is endless, he puts smiles on children across the world. But what if some children are bad? “They do get a lump of coal,” said the smiling bearded man. “They must listen to their parents and do their homework.” Santa then looks around the crowded shopping centre, before drinking a big glass of chocolate milk. “But the children of Cornwall have been very nice, I won’t be bringing any coal to them.”
takes amorning run, opting for jogging pants and a sweatshirt, as opposed to his big coat and heavy boots. “I tried running with my red and white outfit,” he said. “It just didn’t work. My hat would wiggle from side to side.” Looking from side to side and looking worried, he quickly gulps down a first cookie. “I’m not supposed to have any cookies other than on Christmas night,” he admitted. “I promised Mrs. Claus I would eat less of them.” Father Christmas’s favorite cookies are of the chocolate kind. “I love my choco- late cookies,” he explained, eating another
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