In a snowy land far, far away, there lived a jolly man named Santa Claus. Santa had a big, round belly, a beard as white as snow, and a laugh that sounded like “Ho, ho, ho!”
Santa lived in a magical house with his lovely wife, Mrs. Claus, and a team of tiny, cheerful elves. They all worked together to make toys for children all around the world.
The most special thing about Santa was his big, red sleigh pulled by eight flying reindeer. On a starry Christmas Eve, Santa would pack his sleigh with all the toys. He would check his list, not once but twice, to make sure he had gifts for every child who was nice.
With a twinkle in his eye, Santa would put on his red coat and hat, and say to his reindeer, “Up, up, away!” And just like that, they would fly off into the night sky, the bells on the reindeer’s harnesses jingling merrily.
They flew over mountains and cities, across rivers and forests. Children would be tucked in their beds, dreaming of the morning to come, as Santa and his reindeer soared above.
When Santa came to a house, he would land on the roof with a soft “thump.” He would tiptoe to the chimney and with a wink and a smile, he’d slide down to leave presents under the Christmas tree.
If children left out milk and cookies, Santa would take a tiny bite and a sip, leaving crumbs and a thank you note. Then, he’d whoosh back up the chimney and onto the next home.
After delivering gifts to all the children, Santa would fly back home, his heart full of joy. The reindeer would get extra carrots, and the elves would cheer, “Welcome back!”
And as the first light of Christmas morning filled the sky, Santa would cuddle up in his big, cozy chair, and whisper, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
