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Young World
Peace on earth
SUBAJAYANTHI
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It was the Christmas party and the reindeer and the polar bears were in for a surprise.
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Christmas Eve at the North Pole. Polar bears and reindeer had gathered for their annual Christmas party. The animals never got together otherwise on a friendly note. They were constantly at war over one thing — whether Santa existed or not. The reindeer believed that Santa did. The polar bears argued that there was no such guy.
There was a lavish spread — grasses and lichen for the reindeer; whale carrion cutlets and seal soup for the bears. A delectable aroma filled the air as Moon-Moon, the chief-of-views, polar bear team, got up to speak. “We are here to celebrate Christmas in the best possible way we know. There is food in abundance, and friends from far.”
Rufus, head-of-woes, reindeer team, got up. “From far? We roam around here foraging for food and get booed by your gang of bears.”
“Get bored? Who is getting bored here?” Hunk, the oldest bear, with a progressively worsening hearing problem, asked out loud.
“Hunk, it suits you if you are quiet,” Crank Frank, his long- standing friend, remarked. “You look as good as Santa when you simply nod and smile.”
“There you are. So, you bears agree that Santa exists,” Romance, the blue-nosed reindeer, blurted.
What about Santa?
Cruz, the baby bear, got on his hind legs and standing tall said, “Can we talk about that? My mom and dad dissuaded me from mentioning of Santa; no one says a word about him at home.”
Moon-Moon stretched his shoulders broad. “Friends,” he began, “Santa, as we all have heard, was a peace-loving person. We should talk about peace — the message of Christmas.”
Rufus shook his antlers vigorously. And then, he stopped. All eyes were on him but Rufus was looking at a distance. In a wink beside them on the snow was a man on a sledge in a red fur coat and hat.
The polar bears wasted no time. They cannot let go of a poacher that easily. All the bears encircled the man. But the man took out a white piece of cloth and began waving it like a flag. “Hey, he means to make peace with us,” yelped Cruz.
Moon-Moon got into the act. “Who are you, man?” he asked.
“I am Santa….” The three words sent a sudden cold wave. “I am Santa Cause. I am here on a mission.”
“There he has it. A machine to kill all of us. I thought so…,” Hunk was gasping for breath.
Santa interrupted. “I am an explorer and researcher on an expedition to find out facts on global warming.”
Hunk could not wait. “Farming? Who do you think does farming here?” he asked. Everyone forcefully laughed.
Santa continued, “Global warming is the increase in temperature of the earth’s air and oceans. We, the people, are responsible for this alarming effect. The ice from here melts into the ocean, and the water level rises.”
“Where would we all go if all the ice is taken away by the ocean?” a worried Crank Frank and Romance asked at once.
“That’s why I am here. I will tell the world how every individual can make a difference in protecting the earth,” Santa replied assuringly. “We must understand that the world is not the same as it was when Jesus was born. No one needed to bother then about carbon-di-oxide emission from vehicles and factories. Still, the angels who announced the birth of Jesus proclaimed ‘peace on earth and goodwill to everyone’. For that peace to remain, people need to stop acts of destruction and wickedness,” Santa spoke with poise.
“You are all by yourself here. Don’t you miss your family?” asked a thoughtful Cruz.
“Well, I do. But this is going to be the most meaningful Christmas for me as I join you all in singing ‘Joy to the world, the Lord is come; let earth receive her King. Let every heart prepare Him room, and heaven and nature sing’.”
Soon the reindeer and polar bears were dancing and there was great rejoicing in the North Pole.
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