A Crows Crossing Christmas.

He stormed back and forth, as his eight silent companions looked on with growing curiosity, they had never seen him behave this way, both confused and saddened with a slight sense of panic thrown in for good measure, a large red bag lay empty along side of the now deserted Crows Crossing Road, gift wrapped packages were strewn throughout the grassy field as though picked up by a tornado and gently placed in position through some miracle of nature. The large robust man in the red suit had all but given up on his search when he’d resorted to using his cell phone to call his workshop back home.



He continued to pace as he waited for the call to be put through, and when a small meek and squeaky voice on the other end finally answered.
“We have a problem.”
The small voice answers back.
“Problem? What Problem S?”
“The gift, the special Gift. The doll that we made its gone! I have been looking for it for the last hour and its not here! Oh that Poor little Girl! She will be so heartbroken. Look and see if it fell from the sleigh on the loading Platform Jacob I’ll hold.”



The doll in question had been intended for a young leukemia patient name Mary Margaret Bailey at Felding Children’s hospital in Cantorville, she’d wanted the doll to keep her company for over eight months now, but no one not even S himself could find one, so he decided to have the very best workers at his shop make it for her special, but now it was lost. Here was Christmas Eve and Not even he could seemingly deliver on his promise. And as he sat dejected in his sleigh For the first time in thirty five years on this part of Crows Crossing, it began to softly snow.


He sat there for it seemed the longest time, for the first time maybe in his long life unsure of what to do, until he heard the faint ruffling of feathers coming from the front of the sleigh. And as he turned to look at the Crow that sat perched by his reins, a strange sense of amazement slowly came over him. He slowly extended a gloved hand towards the Crow as its feathers seemed to raise against the snow.
“Well.” he chuckled. “Hello there little fellow! Are we lost?”
The Crow cocked its head and looked at him, and then to the seat at his side.



When he looked down there in the very seat that had been empty not more than five minutes ago, There sat the missing doll.
“Well I’ll be!! You Know what little fellow?” he smiled looking at the Crow.
“This just might be a Merry Christmas after all!”
The snow stopped and the skies cleared for a time. And he quickly picked up his gifts and returned them to the sack and mounted up and continued on his way, and the crow sat silently watching as the most familiar Christmas image of them all slowly passed in front of the full moon and disappeared.. Just a little Christmas spirit, here on Crows Crossing Road





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