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Hey guys, I got to do a ride-along with Santa for Christmas.  It was an absolute hoot.  We started off at the North Pole with the sleigh getting stuck in the mud.  Seems that global warming has melted the snow and only left mud and starving polar bears.  Thanks, Greta.

We finally got off and started in the good ol’ U.S. of A.  First stop: Portland, Oregon.  Antifa gathered around and demanded that we paint the sleigh black and Santa wear a black facemask.  Off we went with Antifa singing to the tune of ‘Jingle Bells,’

“Jingle Bells, Shotgun Shells
Blow the ICE away.
How much fun it is to club
those MAGA guys today, hey!”

On to Chicago, the wonderful Windy City on Christmas day.  Christmas lights, fireplaces, . . . oh wait!  Those are burning police cars!  Better go on to New York City.  Times Square, look at the greeting signs: Kill the Jews, Burn the Blacks, Furries for Jesus.  We weren’t there long before some people started trying to convince Rudolf that he really was meant to be a female and named him Rudella.

Some aspiring activist painted the sleigh with a rainbow, and we were delayed for over an hour because some gangbangers stole the runners off the sleigh.  You can imagine how hard it was to get new parts right before Christmas.  Some nice Haitian welder took sign poles and fashioned new runners, and off we went with one less reindeer.  Donner was no longer with us, as he was payment for the new sleigh parts.  The nice welder called his wife and told her to forget the Christmas turkey.

Next was San Antonio, Texas – the blessed South.  Just as we landed, two illegals jumped into the sleigh and demanded the toys and whatever money we had.  We were cooperating but thought it might be our last Christmas, when two ICE agents jumped into the back of the sleigh, clubbed the two illegals, threw them out of the sleigh, searched us for drugs, then gave us a ticket and order to appear before a judge. Apparently, we were illegal as well.

Finally, out of the good ol’ peaceful U.S. of A.  Oh yeah, we got four bullet holes in the sleigh.  I guess some thought we were low flying aliens, the green kind.  On to Mexico, “Hola Amigos.”  Well, Santa had forgotten that the cartel had RPGs, and it was a little tense seeing the rockets go by.  We could hear them yelling, “Go home, Gringos,” or, “Where can I get one of those?”

The night was almost spent.  We went on to Europe.  Oh wonderful, Germany – home to many Christmas stories and customs.    We landed right in the middle of Leipzig, Germany.  People looking middle eastern rushed the sled and began chanting, “Allah Akbar.”  Guess they’d thought Mohamed’s horse had landed in Leipzig.  They looked with anticipation and asked for knives and machetes.  We threw packages, making sure that none had knives, and hurried off.

Now to Africa.  There is nothing quite like seeing burning villages; mutilated people, including children; and the destruction of churches on Christmas Eve.  On to Ukraine.  Zelensky wanted to know about the Tomahawk missiles, money, and cocaine.  We had to explain that we weren’t the CIA and quickly left.  When crossing the Russian border, we were greeted cheerfully but had to refuse the Vodka and dancing.  After some negotiations and the loss of a few packages, we get our sled back.  It took some time convincing them that the sled was too light to carry bombs and too slow to be used as an unmanned aerial vehicle.

Last stop: Israel.  Upon entering restricted airspace, F-16s buzzed our little sled.  We had no idea how to convey we were there with peaceful intentions.  We raised our Christian flag only to be met with warning shots.  Finally, Santa remembered and put on a red MAGA hat, then the pilots waved us on with a thumbs up, only to return to bomb Gaza.

In despair, depression, anger, disappointment, and confusion we landed in Bethlehem.  There, at the damaged Church of the Nativity – where Jesus’ birthplace is marked – we took a brief time of rest before flying home.  Inside the church, I saw where Jesus was supposed to be born.  Looking down at the empty manger and remembering the cross, I whispered, “Was it worth it?”

I heard a gentle voice, “Oh yes.  For all the destruction, death, and hate; there is peace, hope, and joy for anyone who will believe in Me.  In this darkness, I am still the hope and light of the world.”

– Written by Pa

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Pa creates an imaginary story of him and Santa experiencing all the hurt and brokenness in this world from Antifa demanding that Santa wear black to getting a court order for an illegal border crossing in his sleigh. In the end, they visit Bethlehem and are reminded of the beginning of hope on earth since Adam and Eve sinned. Christ is the only answer, the only resolution for all our pain and suffering. Jesus accepts us as we are . . . as long as we submit to serving Him as lord and quit expecting Him to do the same to us. The only chance for peace with each other is uniting under the banner of Christ’s love and realizing we’re all sinners in need of a savior, from the worst criminal to the best Christian. We are all broken.