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: 0h! 0h! 0h! Santa's Gone Missing
Wednesday
19th December 2018
Hello
Children. I want you to be very brave because
I have some sad news for you. We can’t find Father
Christmas. Santa’s gone missing. We did try to
find him. In fact, we tried very hard. But
he is nowhere to be seen- not the real one.
Uncle
Robin, who lives near to him at Clapham, phoned to let
us know and asked if we could mount a search party.
So nine of us arrived early this morning to start
looking. Auntie Ionna greeted us. She said
that she had made Santa’s breakfast as usual but, as
he wasn’t there, would we like to eat it? Well,
you can guess the answer. Yes Please! No
wonder Santa is so fat; there were enough sausages and
Christmas cake to feed us all! Delicious.
We
set off up the hill, checking all the time to make sure
he hadn’t fallen into Clapham Beck. He hadn’t.
We hoped that he might have returned to his cave.
He hadn’t. It was all locked up and looking
very sad. 0h 0h 0h!
We
carried on up the Trow Gill canyon, wondering if he
had fallen on the steep rocky path. He wasn’t
there.
We
were now getting very worried. Had he fallen down
into the Gaping Gill pothole?
Uncle
Bryan was brave and crept very close to the edge to
take this photo:
As
you can see, the hole is very deep and wet but there
was neither sight nor sound of Santa.
The
search party decided to split up. Four Uncles
had to be home early so they returned to Clapham by
the long track called Long Lane under Thwaite Scars.
The six remaining Uncles wondered if he had climbed
Ingleborough. We couldn’t see the top. It
was in cloud. Was Santa in trouble in the mist?
We had to find out. As we climbed higher
it became very cold. There was a strong wind which
made it even colder. If he were up here, at least he
had his belly to keep him well insulated!
The
mist cleared when we reached the top.
And
then it clouded over again. We could see a shape
moving towards us. Was it Santa on a reindeer? Sadly
not. As the shape emerged we could see that it
was a man on a bicycle.
Then
it cleared again and we could see a long way but there
was no sign of Santa.
We
made our way down past Crina Bottom.....
.....
then along Fell Lane.
In
Ingleton there is a pub called the Mason’s
Arms where there is a picture of Rudolph’s
grandfather on the wall.
We
wondered if Santa might have popped in for
a practice sherry.
He
hadn’t. We had failed to find him.
Martin
telephoned to say that they had explored
a tunnel but they hadn’t seen him either.
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Where
can he be? There are only five days left. Please
help us find him, boys and girls. And if you hear
Mummy say that as he isn’t coming she might as well
drink the sherry herself, you have my permission to
tell her off.
Love
from Uncle Don
Wednesday
19th December 2018
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