- February, 2025
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Letter to Santa - the address
If you want to write Santa a letter, make sure to send it to this address:
Santa Claus,
North Pole,
88888
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Timmy writes Santa a letter
It is a quiet Saturday afternoon when Santa opens some mail that has been specially placed aside by the postal elf because it deserves extra attention.
As Santa sees the name of the sender, he immediately has to think about last Christmas Eve:
Hello Santa,
How are you? It's me, Timmy! Remember? I'm the one who helped you last Christmas when your sleigh crashed near my house. I really enjoyed the ride I had while delivering the many presents. It was an awesome evening!
Things went pretty well here. School has started again and all is well. I'm learning about fractions, and they're a little tricky. My teacher says I'm good at drawing, so maybe one day I'll be a painter or something. I even drew a picture of you and your reindeer flying through the air. It turned out really well, if I say so myself!
- December, 2024
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How Christmas eve was rescued by Timmy - Santa had a nasty crash
On Christmas Eve, when the moon was full and the night was crisp with the promise of magic, Santa Claus was making his usual rounds above the rooftops of the world. His sleigh, loaded with toys and cheer, glided through the sky with the speed and ease of a dream.
This year however, as his flight started very smooth, all of a sudden clouds appeared and something unexpected happened, a sudden gust of wind, stronger than any Santa had faced before, caught the sleigh.
The wind was mischievous, born from a rare convergence of weather patterns, and it tossed the sleigh like a leaf in a storm. Could a crash with a fast approaching roof be avoided thanks to Rudolph's quick reaction, on the next roof, one of the runners of the sleigh caught on a chimney, causing a spectacular crash. Toys spilled out, bells jingled in alarm, and the reindeer, panicked, scattered into the night sky.
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Christmas eve panic - Rudolph is missing
Rudolph is missing ..... WHAT NOW?
In the frosty, starlit night of the North Pole, just days before Christmas Eve, the skies were unusually quiet. Santa's sleigh was ready, the elves were wrapping the last of the gifts, and Mrs. Claus was baking her famous Christmas cookies. But there was one problem, one very big problem—Rudolph was missing.
Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer, had always been the beacon of hope during the darkest, stormiest nights. His nose, glowing like a beacon, had never failed to light the way. But this year, as the eve of Christmas approached, Rudolph had gone missing.
- October, 2022
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Karjalanpiirakka
Santa en de vele elfjes willen natuurlijk ook wel een keer iets lekkers tussen door, als ze pauze hebben van het harde werken. Dan zorg ik er natuurlijk wel voor dat ze een heerlijk gebakje krijgen.
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