[nfbwatlk] A Christmas Story
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Sun Dec 25 15:58:05 CST 2011
Thank you for sharing the Christmas story!
Merry Christmas and a happy and healthy new year.
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From: nfbwatlk-bounces at nfbnet.org [mailto:nfbwatlk-bounces at nfbnet.org] On
Behalf Of Becky Frankeberger
Sent: Sunday, December 25, 2011 13:39
To: NFB of Washinton
Subject: [nfbwatlk] A Christmas Story
A Christmas Story.
One bright Christmas Eve, Santa Claus awoke looking forward to taking
to the night sky on his sleigh. He got out of bed, pulled on his hat
and big red coat and opened the outside door to go and visit his trusty
It was snowing and very cold. As Santa approached the stables, he
smiled at the thought that he would soon see Rudolph's red nose
shining through the blizzard. But, oh no, wait a minute; as he turned
the corner, Santa saw not one but nine shiny red noses!
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen and
Rudolph were all looking miserable.
"Oh dear," said Santa, "what's up with you all?"
Comet, the reindeer union rep, stepped forward.
"I'm very sorry, but none of my reindeer will be able to do a full
night's present delivery shift," said Comet, looking sad. "This is the
first time we've ever wimped out on you, but we're all feeling lousy
this year Santa and, well, we feel you'd be better off with some other
helpers just this once."
"Comet, this is disastrous news!" Santa held his head in his hands.
"I'm not sure I can get all the presents out to all the little boys
and girls without help from my reindeer."
At this, Blitzen and Prancer stepped forward.
"To be honest Santa, we had always worried something like this might
happen," said Blitzen, sounding very bunged up. "With this in mind,
some years ago Prancer decided to approach another group of magical
creatures with special powers who might be able to stand in during an
"Well, Prancer," Santa turned to the other reindeer whose eyes were
streaming, "Do tell me. What is your idea? Which other creatures of
the world have magical powers that can match those of my nine
wonderful reindeer, of whom so many songs are sung and tales are told?"
"Why . . . Guide Dogs, of course!" smiled the reindeer. He turned
towards the snowy white plains of Greenland, tapped the ground three
times with his hoof, bowed his head and antlers, then majestically
reared up making a very loud calling sound that echoed round the four
corners of the planet.
Within the space of thirty seconds, a shadow appeared far on the
As it got bigger, Santa could just make out nine glowing black and
yellow labradors, picked out in the arctic moonlight as they flew towards
"This year," continued Prancer, "your helpers will be: Buttons,
Goldie, Honey, Sam, Ben, Max, Anton, Lucy and Lassie."
Santa and his deer stood and stared up at the approaching dogs, who
they could now hear barking. When the dogs landed they became silent;
the only noise was the north wind howling. Santa, awed by the sight,
was about to speak when the leading dog - Buttons - led a single note
chorus of howls as a salute to the reindeer whom they would replace this
Happy, all the reindeers saluted back and in unison returned to their
"Greetings to you, Father Christmas," said Buttons. "Instead of being
with our blind owners this year, we want to bring smiles to the faces
of all the world's children. We're ready when you are."
Santa smiled and beckoned the creatures. He led them to his workshop.
Parked outside was a huge sleigh, loaded with presents of all shapes
and sizes. A small green-clad elf was just putting the last present on
the top; when it was balanced correctly, he slid down and pushed
himself off the side and scarpered back into the warmth. Sam, Ben and
Honey had already positioned themselves at the front of the sleigh and
barked at the other dogs to join them. As they lifted the sleigh's
said: "Aren't you going to take your own harnesses off first?"
"Oh no," spoke up Lucy, the smallest of the dogs, "these are our
identity. Guiding is what we do and tonight Santa, we will guide you!"
With the dogs all in place, Santa climbed onto the front of the
sleigh, took the reigns in his hands and boomed merrily at the top of his
"Go Buttons ... go Goldie ... go Honey!"
The dogs pulled and the sleigh took off into the now clear dark blue
"Moosh Sam, gee up Ben, away Max ... away!"
Lucy turned and winked at Lassie. They were both wondering how their
owners were getting on. They hoped to be back and curled up at the
foot of their beds before they awoke, and chuckled at what their
masters would think if they knew they were flying around the world
helping to deliver presents.
"Lucy, Lassie, noses forward!" Santa's voice startled them into
"Anton, stop trying to eat the falling snow," he continued, before
breaking into a very loud and satisfied: "Ho ho ho! Keep flying, my
little guides. This year," winked Father Christmas, "you dogs will
find out what busy really means."
As the sleigh, the jolly old man and the nine magical guiding dogs
reached the horizon and flew towards the first of several billion
houses on the list, Santa knew that the guide dogs had saved the day
and everything would be all right.
"Merry Christmas, one and all!"
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