Santa Claus Letters Blog

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2014-12-21T10:42:00.000-08:00

Santas's personal Log
Starry night date :170 NTC

Well..

This morning I awoke to discover the NORTH POLE mail delivery truck parked sideways in my yard with a note On it written in elvish,, that said I quit....

When I opened the back of the truck I found Bags of letters stacked clear to the ceiling.

Seemed like quite a bit of Santa Claus mail seeing how... I .. "Santa" usually get two or three bags of letters a day...
...but this was July..

And the truck was Stuffed with Letters.

Strange.. I thought to myself...
As I grabbed to bags of mail to drag into the house and start reading.

Fifty bags of mail later..

I sat there scratching my head..
All the mail was addressed for.... Prancer..

Christopher Goeller Writes Santa Claus Letters

2013-05-05T16:11:00.000-07:00

These is a new Arthur in town and his name is Christopher Goeller.

Christopher has created a series of original short stories about Santa Claus, his reindeer and the zany adventures they have at the North Pole getting ready for Christmas.
This is the first set of stories written and released by Mr. Goeller. He has stated "I intend to continue to write many more stories for the enjoyment of all".

Christopher Goeller currently lives in the Dallas, Texas area and works as a plumber. He is 42 years old and has a son who is 11 years old and a daughter that is 8 years old.

If you enjoy humor and adventure then you need to check out The Santa Claus Letters now available online free to preview.

They make wonderful bedtime stories for kids of all ages.

Candy Cane Confusion

2011-10-31T00:48:00.000-07:00

PERSONAL LOG
STAR DATE: 80 Star filled nights till Christmas

This morning started out like any other morning. The misses and I awoke to the merry little sound of our jingle bell alarm clock. We got up, got dressed, fixed our hair and headed down to the kitchen for breakfast where Mrs Claus made me a wonderful breakfast of pancakes(with butter and maple syrup) sausage, scrambled eggs (with onion and cheese), toast, (with strawberry jelly) orange juice and coffee. I had just applied a healthy portion of butter to my pancakes and was about to add the syrup when I noticed a rather annoying whining sound coming from outside. That doesn't sound good I thought to my self but not wanting my delicious breakfast to get cold I began to pour the syrup onto my plate and as I started to put the first bite in my mouth the whining sound got even louder and faster. I put down my fork and was just about to stand up to go outside when the kitchen door flew open and a rather winded elf burst through it. "WHAT IN FROSTBITE IS GOING ON" I shouted at him. By now the racket was so loud he could just barely hear me but he was so winded from running all he could say was "Santa" "Santa" and wave his arm at the door but as I started to go out the door the elf grabbed a hold of my arm and began pulling me away from the door. I was just about to dislodge the elf from my arm when all of a sudden the whining stopped with a loud CLANK... Then I heard a -KER-WA AP- -KER-WHOP- -KER-WHAM- followed by a huge -KER-WANG-. Suddenly the house began to shudder, the dishes began to rattle and the table began to shake and then it sounded like someone was dumping boxes and boxes of marbles on the roof top of the house... The poor elfs eyes got huge and he began to shake and then ......he fainted..

The sound on the roof of the house was now deafening. Throwing open the back door I couldn't believe what my eyes saw next. The candy shop (which is attached to the east side of Reindeer Head Quarters), had a gigantic hole blown in the roof and from that hole huge pieces of twisted peppermint candy canes were blasting into the air and falling like hail all over the North Pole. As the twisted pieces of candy hit the roof top and ground they shattered into smaller red and white pieces of peppermint. The ground all ready looked like a candy dish with inches and inches of twisted candy canes sticking up out of the snow. "I've got to get to the candy shop" I said to Mrs. Claus. So once again I was forced to think quick.... Spotting the reindeer feed bucket I quickly placed it on my head and slipped the handle under my chin and then grabbing my favorite sled to use as a shield I ran from the house towards the candy shop.. Time and time again I was hit with giant twisted pieces of Peppermint candy canes.... It was so bizarre that all I could think is it looks like its raining antlers. Once at the candy shop I forced the door open and what I saw next froze me in my tracks.... Some how, someone had hooked a wood chipper onto the end of the candy cane conveyor belt. As the raw peppermint came down the conveyor it dropped straight into the wood chipper, where the wood chipper ground it into small pieces. Then the wood chipper blew the pieces of candy into the opening of a snow blower (which had a small freezer duct taped to its side) and the snow blower (which was laying on its side, pointing upwards) had black smoke rolling out of it and was blasting twisted pieces of frozen candy canes through the roof of my candy shop.
And there.....At the start of the whole assembly line was Dasher with a blueprint that said "HOW TO MAKE CANDY CANE ANTLERS" (I think he found it on Google). He was barking orders at elves to hurry up and that he needed more peppermint. Luckily for me the poor snow blower, which was still smoking, decided to break right about then and the wood chipper got so full of candy that the safety kicked off. In the dead silence that followed I said "DASHER WHAT IN FROSTBITE ARE YOU DOING"!!!!
Needless to say Dasher will be busy for a while, wrapping all the peppermint candy pieces scattered throughout the North Pole.
So.... if you get a funny looking peppermint candy cane this year you can thank Dasher for it...... Santa...

Personal note... When I was a child I read about how "The Night Before Christmas" was created. Its said that the writers daughter was very, very sick. She told her daddy that all she wanted for Christmas was a story about Santa. Her father searched all over London but could not find a single story about Santa for his sick daughter. So .....
On his way home for Christmas he wrote her a story himself and read it to his fevered child when he arrived home (Christmas eve). This love, of a father, for his child, is the inspiration that drives me to create these stories for you. I hope you will share them with your children and friends (as I am)...... So send all your friends a Christmas card, email, or letter and tell them about these stories. They are free as is my love for you, your children, and Christmas......
Santa..

Written By Christopher Goeller

Trouble At H.Q.

2011-06-28T15:22:00.000-07:00

PERSONAL LOG:
STAR DATE: 93 Star filled nights till Christmas

Upon arrival at the front door this morning, to do our daily chores, the misses and I found that someone had removed our galoshes from the closet, where we store them, and replaced them with four rather large pine cones. Figuring it was just a joke we began a careful sweep of the house but we soon realized that the prankster (who ever it might be) had not left any other tell tale signs of our galoshes and they obviously were gone... Being a quick thinker, I devised a plan and we were forced to unwrap 2 new sets of tennis rackets and strap them to our feet with tinsel to use as make shift snow shoes... This done we grabbed our heavy parkas and proceeded outdoors where we found a fresh trail of four foot prints left by our galoshes in the new snow.. Following the tracks we carefully trudged through the treacherous snow around to the back of our house. There we found that the tracks led straight to the front door of Reindeer Head Quarters and that the tracks never came back out.At this point the misses became quite alarmed. (what if something has happened to the reindeer and they are using our galoshes to try and frame us) Doing my best to calm the misses nerves I suggested that we gather up several rather large snowballs (to protect ourselves) and and then head into Reindeer H.Q. to find the culprit.

Shivering....huddled together...we slowly opened the door to Reindeer H.Q.

The early morning light streaming in the windows lit up the scene before us like a disco ball in a glass shop...Some how the floor, walls and spiral steps leading upstairs had been transformed into a sheet of solid ice.. huge icicles hung from the upstairs railings and Elves were using pieces of cardboard as sleds to slide down the spiral staircase while penguins rode on their backs. Down and around they would fly like bobsled launched from a rooftop, only stopping as each one crashed into a huge pile of pine cones placed against the far wall. Oddly, a rather large polar bear was running a camcorder and recording the whole affair. I was just about to demand to know what was going on when, from somewhere above in the upstairs landing, someone hollered. "look out below"
*This is the part I am still trying to believe my self.....*

Then, like something you only see on a extreme sports show, a rather large reindeer, (wearing four yellow galoshes with a dozen red and green Christmas ornaments hanging from his antlers) skated up to the balcony rail, did a skateboard hop, landing with all four galoshes on the rail, he then slid down the balcony rail to the spiral staircase rail. Where he did a half twist, then, down the rail on the spiral staircase he flew..as he reached the bottom, (traveling faster than a jet pack) and the end of the rail, he jumped into the air and did a triple back flip, and landing like a ice skater on all four galoshes he slid right up to the pile of pine cones and came to a complete stop. "I did it" he shouted "without dropping a single ornament"
The elves applauded and the polar bear said "its a new record" while the penguins all held up score cards (most of them were a 10).
"Comet" I said "are you quite done with my galoshes?"

Needles to say, the elves defrosted reindeer H.Q. The penguins turned off the water in the upstairs bath and unstopped all the drains. The polar bear left saying he had a video to edit..and Comet?
Well Comet is working in the toy shop making 4 new tennis rackets..(might take him a while to finish them using his antlers and hooves) hopefully that will keep him out of trouble for a while.

Comet is my problem child.
Santa...

Written by Christopher Goeller