Santa and the reindeer get lost over Iowa

It was the night before Christmas, and Santa Claus was flying his sleigh through the sky, delivering presents to all the good boys and girls. He had already visited many homes, filling stockings with sweets and toys, and was feeling quite pleased with himself. But as he made his way over Iowa, a thick fog rolled in, making it impossible for him to see where he was going.

“Rudolph, what’s wrong with you? Too much eggnog? We are lost!” Santa Claus asked, peering into the thick fog. “I can’t tell which way to go.”

Rudolph, the lead reindeer, shook his head. “I’m sorry, Santa,” he said. “It’s too foggy. I can’t see a thing.”

Santa Claus sighed and looked around, trying to figure out what to do. But before he could say anything, a loud voice spoke up.

“I say we just keep flying straight ahead,” said Blitzen, one of the other reindeer. “Eventually, we’ll come to something and we can figure out where we are.”

“But what if we fly off course and miss some houses?” Santa Claus asked, looking worried. “We can’t leave any good boys and girls without presents on Christmas Eve.”

“Then we just turn around and go back,” Blitzen said with a shrug. “It’s not like it’s the end of the world.”

But Rudolph disagreed. “I think we should land and ask for directions,” he said. “That way, we know for sure that we’re going the right way and we don’t miss anyone.”

Santa Claus considered this for a moment, and then nodded. “Rudolph has a point,” he said. “Let’s land and see if we can find someone who can help us.”

“I think we are over Iowa,” Rudolph said.

“How can you tell,” Santa yelled over the night wind.

“There’s a bunch of Trump signs and those families are eating fried bologna.”

“OK, let’s head down. Iowans are friendly folk. But get out some fried bologna to bribe them if they are hostile.”

He flew the sleigh down to a farm that he saw below and landed on the roof of the farmhouse. He made his way inside, hoping to find someone who could help him. But to his surprise, the only person awake was a 10-year-old deaf boy, who was sitting by the fireplace, reading a book by the light of the Christmas tree.

Santa Claus approached the boy and tried to explain that he was lost and needed directions, but the boy couldn’t hear him. Santa Claus felt a pang of frustration and worry. He didn’t want to be lost on Christmas Eve, not when there were still so many homes to visit and presents to deliver. But he also didn’t want to upset the boy or make him feel left out.

So Santa Claus took a deep breath and thought back to a time many years ago, when he had learned sign language in order to communicate with a group of deaf elves who worked in his workshop. He hadn’t used it in a long time, but he still remembered the basics. So he began to sign to the boy, explaining that he was Santa Claus and that he was lost.

The boy’s face lit up when he saw Santa signing, and he quickly signed back, telling Santa how to get back on track and finish his journey. Santa Claus was grateful for the boy’s help and thanked him before continuing on his way. He signed an 8×10 glossy photo of him and the reindeer competing at the Christmas Characters Olympics. The boy smiled and hugged Santa. He then went down the line and hugged every raindeer. Blitzen didn’t hug back because he was getting salty about getting lost.

But as he flew off into the night, Santa Claus couldn’t help but think about the kindness of the deaf boy and how he had helped him in his time of need. It just goes to show that Christmas is a time for spreading love and joy to all, no matter who they are or how they communicate.

Santa Claus continued his journey, delivering presents to the rest of the homes on his list and feeling grateful for the help he had received from the deaf boy. He made sure to deliver extra special presents to the boy and his family, as a thank you for their kindness.

As the night wore on, Santa Claus found himself feeling more and more exhausted. He had been flying and delivering presents for hours, and even with the help of his trusty reindeer, he was starting to feel the strain. “Guys, I think I should rethink your proposal to start a union. I need to get some time off.”

But he didn’t let it show too much. He was grateful to be able to lean on the elves to build toys. Heck, one year he had them build a 2000cc motorcycle Mrs. Claus and he took around the world in the summer. It all worked out except that day in Sweden when they were pulled over for riding naked.

He continued to smile and laugh, spreading joy and cheer to all the children he met. And when he finally returned to the North Pole, he was greeted by a chorus of happy elves, who had been eagerly awaiting his arrival.

“Well done, Santa,” the elves said, patting him on the back and handing him a mug of hot cocoa. “You delivered all the presents, even in the midst of that terrible fog. You’re truly the best Santa there ever was.”

Santa Claus smiled and sipped his cocoa, feeling grateful for the love and support of his elves. He knew that he couldn’t do his job without them, and he was grateful for each and every one of them.

“Thank you, my dear elves,” he said. “I couldn’t have done it without you. And I have to thank that dear deaf boy in Iowa for helping me when I was lost. He truly saved Christmas for so many children this year. You guys are all the best. Except for George Hamilton and Ben Hogan, you are my favorite people ever.”

The elves nodded in agreement, and the group of them sat around the fireplace, sharing stories and laughter until the sun rose on a new Christmas Day. And Santa Claus knew that, no matter what challenges he faced, he would always be able to count on the love and support of his friends to help him through.