Mr. C stares at the sign and sighs. Still gone as it has been for 50 years. He’s stranded in this desolate place as his brain kept wandering back to that fateful night. What went wrong? “I triple-checked that spirit-meter, didn’t I?” He muttered.
“Are you sure?” He remembered Mrs. C’s words that night as he pecked her on the cheek.
Almost through the night, the sleigh suddenly sputtered and lurched as the spirit-meter began draining like quicksand. “What in the world,” Mr. C muttered before crash-landing in the middle of the desert where the gateway to his home once stood.
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I like it, but ask – what is the spirit-meter? Is it the goodwill of the people that makes the sleigh go, or something else? Thanks 🙂
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Thanks, a spirit meter is a device that measures Christmas spirits. According to a movie I recently watched, Santa’s sleigh is ran on Christmas spirit. Mr. C is Mr. Clause. 😉
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Hello, yes I understood that Mr C was Santa 🙂
Got it, the Christmas spirit ran out. Thanks!
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Poor Santa, although being immortal hopefully he can find a way back eventually. I’m sure a lot of people are missing him while he’s in the desert. Nice story.
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Then I think he better get that sleigh fixed or people should better start believing. 😀
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So, that’s where Mr. C has been for the last 50 years. Poor guy. Poor Mrs. C. Nice story!
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Thanks. 🙂 Glad you enjoyed it.
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Interesting, I like where you took the prompt
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Thank you. 😀
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Aw, poor Santa!
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