Sleigh What?!

Yes, Santa is Coming to the Pie Shops!

What's better than visiting Santa, hearing his warm voice, asking for all kinds of magic and taking the time-honored photo?

Well, we'll tell ya!

"Make it Rein!"

(The Short Story of Santa and Birdie's Pie Shop)

Just a normal lazy winter day in the pie shop and walks in a couple of pointed eared fellows. Kind of small. Jingle bells on their boots.

"Well, hello sugar pies. You're not from around here. First time to Birdie's?"

No response. One climbs up on the other's shoulders and meticulously, almost arrogantly examines the pie case. "No cookies, huh? What type of bakery is this?" said with such disgust I felt a North Pole shiver run down my spine. "Sorry, little guy - we are a pie shop. We only do pie."

"What type of business only does pies. Seems like you're missing quite the market this time of year, aren't ya?" With an obvious eye roll directed towards the little stinker, I kindly express my gratitude for his expert opinion and then ask, "Are there any "pies" I can help you find today?"

"Listen smarty. Don't think I didn't catch your sarcasm. You've landed on the naughty list a year or two because of it!! So, if you're "just" (with air quotes flying) a pie shop -- got any Mince Meat?"

....wow, this isn't going well, I thought. "Nope, no mince meat today. It's a tough sell around here." I explain.

"Not if it's done right. The Big Man loves mince meat." The chap on the bottom explains with a red face while he shrugs his know-it-all companion off his shoulders. He gains his breath. Red-faced no more, "In fact, for a good mince meat pie - he would do just about anything."

"He? Like, HE? You mean, Sant--"

"Don't say it!" the little guy snipped.

"But honestly, would he really do anything?" I questioned.

"Anything." His deep, intense eyes stare into my soul. I feel an energy and hear a deep, yet gentle voice in my head "do you believe?" After this brief, mystical exchange, and knowing I NEVER stopped believing, I respond with determination, "Fine, and don't you Elf with me. I'll make that Rebel without a Clause a mince meat pie that will have him holding on for 'deer' life." I smirk. Proud of that one.

"What are you pine-ing for, miss?" the nice one asks with a wink. He gave it right back to me.

"Okay, it seems you and I have a great chemis-tree so I'll just swing for the fences. I want the Big Man here. This weekend!"

"Easy pie girl!" the nasty one shouts. "It doesn't work that way! And, you know it." He starts to walk away.

"What I know is this one (pointing to the nice elf) said Santa would do anything for a good mince meat. I'll give him a great one. He'll feel it from his head to his mistle-toe." 

Nice one looks at the other ans says, "He'd come for that. You know he'd come for that."

The angry one turns around, finally gives in and with a half smile says "Fine, but the Boss always has the final sleigh. And, yule be sorry if ya don't deliver." The kind one chuckles, hits his friend in the shoulder "That's the spirit, you grinch!"

The phone rings, I bend down to look for it under the counter. Grab it. Stand back up and answer. "Birdie's Pie Sho....um, guys." Looking at the other pie gals, I put the phone down and I ask, "Where did those fellas go?!"

Gone. Vanished. Like magic. A note caught my eye. It was left behind on bright Christmas red paper and in a snow-white paint it read, "Make it Rein, MamaBird - Santa Clause is coming to town!"

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