A True Christmas Story

November Sunsets

As I gaze upon the deep red sunset in the November sky,
a cluster of twinkling lights and rushing wind carries
me away to the familiar scents, sounds, and visions of Christmas memories.
I was blessed to be born to - two of the most wonderful people on
Earth, Mr. and Mrs. Clause. At times it could be a rather difficult task
keeping up with all the demands of being an elf and taking lessons from
Santa and Mrs. Clause. They taught me many lessons about making life as fun as possible, how to create things with my hands, and how to show love, touched with a little magic, to the lives of those around me.

They made all occasions as happy as possible be creating the spirit of magic and love into our humble cottage. I recall when other elves came to play with me. They would sit around Santa and wait patiently. They knew if they sat long enough he would tell them cool stories. Then, finally, Santa made his belly shake while he blew smoke rings out of his pipe. The elves and I watched the smoke rings as they danced around the top of Santa's head. The sound of laughter filled the room as we sat at his feet watching with content.

The elves
and Santa worked very hard making toys and other accessories for all the boys and girls around the world. Christmas music played while we hammered, nailed, and glued. Mrs. Clause worked very hard too, sewing and baking for all of those she loved around the world, which was everyone. I can still smell the scent of cookies and bunt cakes drifting throughout the village of the North Pole.
The heat from the oven added warmth into the evening sky creating a dark-red sunset, which added to the magical spirit of the Christmas season.

Before Santa would leave on his long journey around the world, every Christmas Eve, I could hear the jingling bells and the stomping of his feet on the roof top. My heart raced with excitement. I felt a burning in my toes, elves do that you know, as I heard Santa yell out to the reign deer like the stories go. I knew he was pulling on the reigns when I head the prancing of hoofs. Then off they flew into the dark night.

I would lie in my bed listening to the bells as they jingled. The sound echoed through the North Pole until, finally, I couldn't hear them anymore.

Now, although it's quite sad, some may believe my story isn't true. They mights think it's a Fairy Tale or a dream. Or, maybe some folks are like the Grinch and will eventually find the truth in their hearts. But I know it's true, I assure you. Just remember from now on, in November, when the sunset is painted with brush-strokes of deep red, it's the heat from the oven in the North Pole, where Mrs. Clause is baking cookies for all the elves who are busy, working hard, building Christmas gifts for all the children young and old, in all lands.