All I want for Christmas….

“I don’t want a toy car for Christmas.  I want my Mommy to know how to sign – that’s what I really want.”

Suddenly the boy saw a bright light shining in the window he rushed to the door.   There was a sleigh flying through the sky driven by a fat, jolly man with a wide belt and a bushy beard.

He stopped next to the boy.    “These reindeer are giving me problems!” he complained.

“You can sign!” exclaimed the boy.   “Oh hello there – yes I can sign.”

“Your reindeer are giving you problems?”   “Oh yes they’re a problem.”  “I could give you the oxen that I herd?”

“That’s just right – let’s swap them!”  “Yes let’s swap!”

“So there they are! My sleigh is ready.  Come on!  Sit next to me.  Off we go!”   The sleigh took off and flew into the air.  Looking down there was a herd of rhinos stampeding across the African plain.  Father Christmas stopped the sleigh and looked admiringly at a rhino.

“Hello!”

He took a present from the back of his sleigh and threw it at the rhino that skilfully caught it on its horn.

“Thank you!”

“My pleasure! Bye”

Father Christmas got back into the sleigh and soon they were flying through the air again.  On they flew until they saw a tall thing.  After flying around it, Father Christmas stopped the sleigh.

“What’s that?”

“Oh that’s Mandela’s statue.”

“Mmm is that so?”

“He was a very special leader.”

Father Christmas respectfully tipped his hat before urging the oxen back into the sky.

They flew and flew until they saw something exciting happening far below.   Father Christmas stopped the sleigh and quickly climbed out.

“Come on!” he signed.

He started to dance like the others with his big tummy shaking.   He threw his legs into the air and stomped them down hard.   The boy joined in too and everyone was dancing.

“Oh dear it is late.  The sun will be up soon.  We need to go.”   He threw presents at the dancers.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

“My pleasure!”   Soon the sleigh was flying through the air.

They flew and flew until they stopped outside the boy’s home.  “Off you go now.  Go to sleep.  Off you go.”

“But where’s my present?”

“Oh not today.  Not yet.  Tomorrow your present will be there.  Off you go. Go to sleep. Go.”

The boy reluctantly climbed out of the sleigh and walked towards the house.   Father Christmas was soon flying away.

“Bye!”

“Hey! Wait! What about my oxen?”   But Father Christmas was gone.  The boy looked at the reindeer.  Oh well….

He walked into the house and was soon fast asleep.

The sun rose.

The boy woke up, threw off his covers and jumped out of bed.   He ran to look for his present but there was nothing there.  He was very upset.

“Father Christmas is a liar!   He said my present would be here and there is nothing!”

Just then someone tapped him gently.

“Whose a liar?”

“You can sign!”

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