Why People Should Leave Food For Santa
In case you don’t know who Santa is, he’s that fat, funny fellow with the black boots, as black as coal, a black belt that keeps his trouserstrousers up and his bulgebulgy tummy in, and a suit consistingconsisting of red and white pants and jacket with a matching hat like a jester’sjester’s except it only has one droopyy point. His face is decorateddecorated with a moustachemoustache and beard, as white and fluffyfluffy as lambs’ fur. His eyebrowseyebrows are bushybushy and snowysnowy like a white marshmallow.marshmallow. When he heats up in warm liveliving rooms on his Christmas Eve trip, his cheeks become as red as cherrycherries.
Every December, people buy their Christmas trees and light them up with colourfulcolourful fairy lights that they string aroundaround the branches.branches. Presents in all shapes and sizes are stackedstacked under the tree. Stockings or sacks are hung on the mantelpiece,mantelpiece, ready to be filled with small gifts and deliciousdelicious candy. You can hear clatteringclattering hoofhooves from the reindeer on top of the rooftops. Their munchingmunching is loud in the silencesilence of the dark night with only a crescent moon giving fuzzyfuzzy light.
In 1874, people didn’t leave out food and drink for Santa and his reindeer. That Christmas Eve, Santa was sufferingsuffering with a bad cold and one of the youngeryounger reindeer had trottedtrotted off to find food and he and the elves had lost time tryingtrying to find him. He eventuallyeventually came back, munching a carrot.
At a house, a long way into his trip, Santa walked slowly, puffing,puffing, to his sack to fill up the stockings. He leaneded against the wall and dug into the bag, carefullycarefully droppingdropping the presents in. After that, he sat on the couch and shut his eyes. “I’m so tired and so hungry and so sick,” he whisperedwhispered to himself.himself. “I’ll just have a tiny nap.”
Two hours later, Santa was awokenawoken by birds chirpingchirping their morning song outsideoutside the window. SuddenlySuddenly he realisedrealised where he was. He picked himselfhimself up out of the comfortablecomfortable sofa and ran to his sack. Before he climbedclimbed back up the chimney he decideddecided to write a letter to the family:
So ever since 1874, people have left out delicious food and a nourishingnourishing drink for Santa, and of course carrots for the reindeer.
By Liam Webby
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