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- Sep 21, 2013
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- London
Santa was nearing the end of his deliveries. There were so many children in the world now that he had had to outsource most of the work that his predecessors had carried out single-handed, with just the help of a few elves. Now Santa limited his personal schedule on Christmas Eve. Even with the reduced workload, and the help of his senior elf, it was exhausting. Which was how it happened.
If he had been fresh at the start of the evening, he would have been more careful. But cloud was covering moon, so he missed the glisten of the ice on the roof as he dismounted from his sleigh. In an instant, his feet went from under him and he landed with a thud on the slippery tiles of the house. He reached out instinctively for something to grab, but found only air. He was sliding now, down the roof towards the gutter, praying that there would be a soft bed of snow to break his fall.
He only learned his fate when he was feet from the ground with his legs spread wide. The cloud finally moved enough to allow moon light to illuminate the yard behind the house. And there, directly in Santa's path, was a fence. He could not change course and it was too late to bring his legs together. For those last fateful seconds, he knew what awaited him.
'ARGH'
Santa's full weight crushed his balls as they hit the broad plank that formed the top of the fence. He rocked back and forth as the pain shot into his belly and the agony flooded his brain. Then he toppled off, landing on his back on the frozen ground with a loud grunt before curling up in a ball.
Only two pairs of ears heard his cry. One pair belonged to this elf, who had been searching out the parcel to leave at this isolated farm. The other pair belonged to the woman who lived there alone.
If he had been fresh at the start of the evening, he would have been more careful. But cloud was covering moon, so he missed the glisten of the ice on the roof as he dismounted from his sleigh. In an instant, his feet went from under him and he landed with a thud on the slippery tiles of the house. He reached out instinctively for something to grab, but found only air. He was sliding now, down the roof towards the gutter, praying that there would be a soft bed of snow to break his fall.
He only learned his fate when he was feet from the ground with his legs spread wide. The cloud finally moved enough to allow moon light to illuminate the yard behind the house. And there, directly in Santa's path, was a fence. He could not change course and it was too late to bring his legs together. For those last fateful seconds, he knew what awaited him.
'ARGH'
Santa's full weight crushed his balls as they hit the broad plank that formed the top of the fence. He rocked back and forth as the pain shot into his belly and the agony flooded his brain. Then he toppled off, landing on his back on the frozen ground with a loud grunt before curling up in a ball.
Only two pairs of ears heard his cry. One pair belonged to this elf, who had been searching out the parcel to leave at this isolated farm. The other pair belonged to the woman who lived there alone.