A post Christmas musing

I was walking in the park today and ran across a herd of wooden reindeer foraging on a man made cliff.  An empty sleigh sat nearby and I could only wonder if this was where Santa Claus ended his nightly rounds this year -- and if so -- where did he go?

At least he took the time to unharness the deer.  They were frozen in various states and small clumps, but no man in a red velvet suit was anywhere in sight.

I imagined him peering out one of the windows of the pavilion, but if he was, I didn't see him.  I thought perhaps he was sleeping in among the leftover wrappings under the big tree, but there were no unusual lumps that I could see through the window.

I suppose he might have just up and left them while hitching a ride on a shooting star back to the north pole.  That seems kind of irresponsible, but then this is a man who spends most of his time cavorting with little elves.  Anything is possible.

I might have given it more thought, but I finally reached the end of my walk and I eagerly jumped into my car to rest and breathe.  Come to think of it if Santa was anywhere near as tired after his night's work as I am after my half hour walk, I can understand dropping everything when he was done.

Now if I could just figure out where he went, or how he got there . . .