Santa At Paddy's Pub

A snowflake tumbled from the sky and landed in a reindeer's eye. The reindeer was in lead position, the navigator for their mission. For just a second he did blink and brought the sleigh close to the brink. Though Santa was asleep between the stops, their next was Aberdeen. And within seconds came a blizzard with so much snow, it takes a wizard to find in blizzards your own way, more so if pulling a big sleigh. And so it happened they got lost and covered by a sheet of frost drove straight into the open door of Paddy's Pub (with polished floor) . Came to a halt right by the bar when Paddy asked 'have you come far? ' and served them all the local ale each reindeer drank from its own pail. For Santa, though he had a treat he served him Irish Whisky, neat. And now and then, the door would swing admitting one more dingeling. Each time they saw a glimpse of snow old Winter gave a dreadful show. An Irish Pub that's owned by Paddy has one good rule, there is one daddy who calls the shots inside the Pub because a Pub is like a hub. So Paddy saw the snow kept falling and that conditions were appalling, he made the instant stipulation that in this wintry situation no one would leave the Pub again and that applied to all the men. Of course, there are no womanfolks in Irish Pubs, where they tell jokes thus it was easy to comply while all the snow fell from the sky. In March, at last, the weatherman on Pay-TV (his name was Stan) declared the blizzard truly over, his information came from Dover. Needless to say, the holidays had faded in the blizzard's haze and those of you from Aberdeen please do not think St. Nick is mean. As soon as Paddy says the word the sleigh will rise just like a bird and those of you who got no gifts whose homes were buried by huge drifts, there is a chance (that's what I hear) that you'll be luckier next year.