A tired Mrs. Claus flopped down in the rocking chair. Sipping her Cognac, and nibbling on plum cake, she thought about the last few weeks. Boosting the elves morale, grooming reindeers until they glowed, supplying endless cups of coffee while Santa worked nights, repairing the sleigh.
Rudolf was content with his red nose, but this year all the others wanted theirs streaked blue. The elves wanted swanky jackets, and a retreat to Mauritius after Christmas Eve work was over. Santa wanted the turkey and plum pudding done just about right when he came back from his work on Christmas Eve. It was madness, and now, while the world celebrated, the night before Christmas, she was alone, tired, and without her man. But she was very proud of Santa’s work, and endured her lonely night with patience and understanding.
As always, God had invited her to His special dinner, and as always she’d declined, preferring to get her tiredness off at home. However she did accept God’s special initiatives for her. This year she’d chosen Elvis to sing for her.
So this night before Christmas, she curled up on her chair, switched on the screen to track Santa’s progress, and gestured Elvis to croon his numbers for her. As “Are you lonesome tonight” filled the air, she smiled, rocking slightly, and gazed proudly at Santa on the screen. She loved to see the joy & glee on all those whom Santa had already visited.
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