The moment of truth had finally arrived. The directions were correct. The camper had made it there (with only a few stops for snacks). This was it. We had found the home of Santa Claus. Only…we had one slight issue. Actually it was more like a few slight issues holding hands. Yes…we were being thwarted by a chain of gingerbread people.
We were finally on our way to see the jolly man and we were stopped by a group of gingerbread people. I thought that they might attack us. Mr. C. Cow thought they wanted to just sing a few songs to us. We were lucky and the cow was right. They just wanted to sing us a few holiday songs before we went on our way. What is up with me & gingerbread people? I know they were just singing but I could have sworn that one of them was staring at us like we were the ones made out of cookies.
To make our visit to the great bearded one an elf offered to walk us up to his special visitors center. It makes sense that Santa would have a special place to greet his guests. You wouldn’t want everyone walking around your house. The carpet cleaning bill would be astronomical!
Mr. C. Cow couldn’t wait to see Santa. He had his list ready to go and was so excited he skipped the whole way up to the visitors center. As we approached the doors they magically opened and we were able to gaze upon the great man himself.
Our little cow friend made his way up to Santa and gazed upon that amazing white beard…then passed out. He didn’t just slowly slide down to the ground. It was more like a massive cow drop to the floor. Almost to Santa…bam…plop…passed out by Santa’s magic toy bag. The excitement and the weeks of searching leading up to finally finding the guy was just too much for Mr. C. Cow.
I felt so bad for my poor little cow friend but before I could help him up Santa was down on the floor talking to him as he was waking up. He helped Mr. C. Cow up on all four hoofs, patted him on the head, and told him to not be embarrassed or upset that he had passed out. It happens to all of us.
Santa Claus, being one of the greatest hosts of all time, not only took Mr. C. Cow’s list but also allowed him to eat off of the elf lunch cart so that he wouldn’t pass out again. So nice of the Claus thinking about the wellbeing of one cow. I guess that’s why he’s the man in charge of the presents.
I am glad that we finally made it to the North Pole. Mr. C. Cow had been trying to find Santa for weeks and to finally find him (even though we had a bit of an issue) made this whole search worth it. I hope that Mr. C. gets everything he asked for. No cow loves the holiday as much as he does.
Second Life Location: Christmas Winter Holiday Village (G)