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Chapter Five


Singo's story was a long and involved one that seemed to go on for hours, but of course took no time at all because on the ghost train time stands still.


It was a story of demons, of danger, of dreams, but above all a story of Father Christmas and it all began just under a year ago after Christmas Day the previous year. This was Singo's story.


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Christmas Eve had come and gone and Father Christmas and his merry band of helpers, not to mention the reindeers, had been out busy delivering parcels to all the good boys and girls throughout the world.


Now all the boys and girls were having a busy Christmas Day opening all their parcels and playing with their new toys or dressing up in their new clothes.


Father Christmas was back home and exhausted. Once again he had been busy from sawn until dusk in the weeks leading up to Christmas. But as soon as Christmas Day was over poor old Santa slumped in his chair and slept.


He could sleep for anything up to 16 hours a day for the month after Christmas and then, when he was rested and refreshed with Mother Christmas' special food and drink, he would begin to look forward to next Christmas with renewed vigour and enthusiasm.


It took Santa and his band of Elves, goblins and helpers 11 months to make all the toys, pack them up, label them and prepare them for their special journey.


Then there were the reindeers to groom and keep fit for the following year. Santa sometimes wondered if it was all worthwhile but then he would remember the smiles and laughter of the children on Christmas Day - that made everything worthwhile - all the time, all the effort.


And he had much to be thankful for - a willing staff, a loving and caring wife and good friends who never betrayed him and kept his home a secret. Many young children thought that he lived in Lapland. Little did they know that his real home is in - ah but that would be giving a special secret away.


Every year in mid summer Father Christmas called together all his helpers who would represent him in all the toy shops throughout the countries of the world. They were his links with children of all nations. Dressed in Father Christmas clothes they sat each year listening to boys and girls telling them what they wanted for Christmas.


And if the boys and girls had been particularly good they might get what they asked for. If there were enough in stock of course. If not Santa would think of an alternative. He considered every request and spent his evenings in November searching through his stocks of toys, games, clothes and sweets to match each up to a particular boy or girl.


This Christmas had been a particularly difficult one. Father Christmas had felt rather tired and some of his helpers had been unusually difficult - complaining about their working conditions and the long hours. Perhaps Santa himself was getting old - although he had been promised when he took the job that he would never age. It must just be a passing phase. One of Mother Christmas' special "magic" meals would see him fine.


But Father Christmas' worries weren't without foundation. Things had been happening behind his back. Being such a kindly man he saw good in everybody. He was kind to all his helpers and could never believe that anybody was plotting against him.


But the facts were simple. There was a group of helpers plotting against him and their evil leader had only one aim in life - to take over from Santa and rid the world of the joy and happiness that he brought.


And how would he achieve this - simply by getting all the girls and boys in the world to admit that Father Christmas didn't exist. In one fell swoop it would stop the need to deliver presents and make all children throughout the world miserable.


This evil fake aimed to capture Father Christmas, throw him in prison,  and destroy all the toys. At the present time I cannot tell you who this person is but he has managed to infiltrate Santas's training sessions with his helpers and he has been posing as Santa in large cities throughout the world from London to New York and continents from Australia to South America.


He has quietly been invading people's dreams to tell them that Father Christmas doesn't exist.


To Be Continued


Michael realises that he has seen the bad guy in his dreams and that's why he has been believing that Father Christmas doesn't exist.


Michael and Rebecca set out on an amazing journey to help prove that Father Christmas does exist. The only way they can do this is to restore the real meaning of Christmas to the world. To do this they will have to travel across continents and through time searching for the people and things that have made Christmas so special.