The Great Northern Santa Drove


“From which ever way you look at it daddy  .”.My daughter confided in me from the safety of  the van, we had arrived to witness the last of the Santas crossing the Northern highway. she said to me in disbelief “There are just far too many Santa’s” ….The demister was on full ..we  both watched the thousands of bearded crimson homunculi dwindle to a trickle of limping .old or wounded , that  was the last of the migrating father Christmas’s ..I knew in my heart of hearts, that this would be the last time my daughter would travel with me far up north to witness this most extra ordinary sight., as far as the eye could see  thousands upon thousand of santas that made up the, The Great Northern Santa drove….She would of course tell her friends how dangerous, smelly and panting Santas are during this extraordinary exodus….


About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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