Christmas in 2050 🎄

The Christmas and Santa world pre-2050.

The idea of a Black Santa brought all kinds of horror stories to my mind. I sat curled up by my window peering into the starless winter sky as I imagined Mrs. White peeking out her window one cold and bleak New year's eve night. Quite alarmed, she witnesses a strapping Black man dressed as St. Nick, climbing down her neighbor, Mrs. Karen's chimney. Miraculously, the moon shone really bright for this time of year, she could see Black's outline as clear as day.

Mrs. White shrieks and hisses in consternation, immediately grabs her phone, dials the police and reports a robber with a large bag on the roof of her neighbor's house. Now Mrs. W. was well known to the police, she called constantly to report every untoward transgression of puss, rat and dog. The last complaint had been of Rover, the Brown's family pet, peeing on her rosebush. But a prowler on the roof required immediate attention in that neighborhood.

The po po comes screaming, sirens blazing at almost midnight, awaking the rest of the neighborhood, all those whom Mrs. White had not already jolted from their slumber with her incessant screeching and hollering. Bleary eyed children peek from their windows, the little ones fearfully hiding behind their momma's voluminous nightdresses.

Poor Black Santa, half way in and half way out the Chimney, pauses in confusion and perturbation, this was his first New Year trial run on the job. He had been training all year for this, but no one had mentioned the fact that he could get arrested.

Now at the North Pole, everyone got treated the same and there had been no need to educate new Santa Clauses of such an incident as he was about to experience. But he was no fool, he knew of the world and how it operated.

There were like ten police cars parked this way and that. Some of them he had already visited their houses and left presents, with no unfortunate interruptions.

"You there on the roof, drop the bag and put your hands up. No sudden movements". The officer with the megaphone shrilled. Black obeyed immediately.

"What is the problem officer"? Santa asked, knowing full well what the problem was.

"Why are you on the roof, are you trying to rob the place, and why are you dressed as Santa Claus"?

"Well, because I am Santa Claus, officer. I have the suit, the bag of toys and my reindeers not far off"! DUH, he whispered under his breath.

"Are you aware that you are a Black man, sir...and Santa is a White man"?

Black lowered his hands a bit. Nine guns were instantly raised in his direction. He clearly heard the clicks, all except the officer holding the bull horn had guns pointed at him.

"AM I BLACK, FOR REAL, HOW YOU SEE DAT IN DE DARK". Black asked in his best Caribbean accent, looking around his body, facetiously sarcastic.

"Don't be a wiseass, keep your hands where I can see em".

"I just want to summon the reindeers, if I could just use my reindeer whistle, they will come immediately to me". Santa yelled, loud enough so he was sure that everybody heard and not get trigger happy and shoot him dead.

"Ha, ha, ha , ha's rang out below, all thinking the reindeer spiel was rather funny. Children started crying and neighbors could be heard yammering away on cellphones.

"Go ahead and blow your whistle, one hand only, move slowly...I am intrigued to see those reindeers". The cop said, barely concealing a chuckle. They may as well have a little fun being called out in this weather.

Black Santa slowly reached below his beard to retrieve the whistle from around his neck. The nine officers, in tandem, raised their guns a tad higher.

Santa, whistle to lips, blasted three beautiful musical notes which sounded like a heavenly song. From way above the sky there came a tinkling as the reindeer bells jangled their arrival.

People had gathered outside their homes, children stared skyward in awe as Rudolph's red nose shone brightly ahead of Dancer, Prancer and the other reindeers snorting their arrival.

"Well, I'll be damned. He really is Santa Claus". Officer Unbelief #1 muttered, scratching his head.

The other officers lowered their guns slowly, almost simultaneously. Now they had seen everything, one officer mused.

"Times sure have changed, imagine a Black Santa. Then again, why not. Obama already was President and owned the White House. Why not a Black Santa Claus". Another officer mused aloud.

"Ok, everyone. Get back to your houses. Let the man do his job". The officer in charge beckoned for the others to leave.

"Alright Santa, have a good night, be careful out there, you hear". Black Santa sent him a perfunctory, meme of a salute.

Santa magically tossed the presents down Karen's chimney, they settled nicely under the tree. He had no intention of being watched while he executed his mystical trick of chimney diving. Happily, thankfully relieved, Black Claus hopped into the sleigh, the reindeers spun around amidst magic pixie dust and starlight, soaring high above the silent crowd.

"Oh, oh, oh". He kind of bellowed sadly. Still, he had a job to complete.

The North Pole did a rethink after hearing this alarming incident, among many others. One father chased Santa with a baseball bat, another with a gun. A dog actually bit him as he ate cookies and drank milk. Did a dog not like his skin color, or did it jut want a cookie. Someone reported that Santa had died and his skin turned black as he had become a ghost. Two unruly kids had stayed up late and snapped a picture of him. It went viral as the local S/Media reported that Santa had been kidnapped and someone was impersonating him. Although, why he still left presents instead of stealing them, was a conundrum and an unexplainable puzzle.

It was therefore decided that Black Santa, for his safety and that of the world, would only deliver to the homes of Black families from then on. So now there are many Santa Clauses. One for White folks, one for Black folks, another for Asian folks...Well, you get the picture. That is why Black folks will only see a Black Santa if they stay up late at New Year's eve, White Santa for White folks and so on and so forth.

+++++++++++Forward to 2030

The following chilly Christmas Eve, Mrs. White was cozied up in her living room, sipping hot cocoa and admiring her beautifully decorated Christmas tree. The fireplace crackled softly, casting a warm glow across the room. Suddenly, she heard a strange noise coming from the chimney.

Curious, she leaned in closer, only to see a pair of black boots dangling from the fireplace. Before she could react, Santa himself tumbled half way out of the chimney, covered in soot and looking quite flustered.

"Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!" Santa bellowed, brushing off the soot from his red suit.

Mrs. White's eyes widened in shock. "Santa? Is that really you?"

Santa chuckled, his belly shaking like a bowl full of jelly. "Indeed it is! But it seems I've gotten myself a bit stuck."

Mrs. White couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Santa trying to squeeze through her narrow chimney. "Well, Santa, it looks like you need to lay off the cookies!"

Santa grinned sheepishly. "You might be right about that. Now, if you could give me a hand, I've got presents to deliver!"

With a little help from Mrs. White, a ladder, some pulling, pushing, and tugging, Santa finally managed to free himself completely from the chimney. He dusted off the rest of his suit and adjusted his hat, ready to continue his Christmas duties.

"By the way Santa, whatever happened to that other Santa fellow from last Christmas. I must say that I am relieved to see you making the rounds again".

"It is so sad when intolerance causes us to see people in different lights Mrs. White. He faced such unsavory behavior and unbecoming harshness, that we had to change our tactics for now. But until then, we are all doing our parts to make Christmas carry on for everyone. Thank you for asking".

"Oh, I see". Said Mrs. White, hanging her head a bit sheepishly.

"Thanks for your help, Mrs. White. And remember, it's not the color of the chimney that matters, but the size of the heart that welcomes Santa."

With a ho, ho, ho and a twinkle in his eye, Santa disappeared into the night, leaving Mrs. White with a heart full of retrospection and a story to tell for years to come.

It is now year 2050.

Many years have passed, the North pole is completely transformed into the technological age. They open invisible portals to Christmas trees, unseen by human eyes, depositing the gifts unseen. The reindeers now graze in warmth in their own enclosed dome of warmth.......

The year is 2050, and the North Pole has undergone a radical transformation into the pinnacle of the technological age. Santa Clauses, no longer constrained by the traditional sleighs and reindeers, now whiz around in sleek, futuristic sleds, bristling with advanced propulsion systems and cloaking technology.

As they traverse the globe in mere minutes, they open portals to Christmas trees that are invisible to human eyes, depositing gifts in record times without ever being seen. The timeless magic of Christmas has evolved, blending seamlessly with cutting-edge innovation to bring joy to children everywhere.

The elves have never been more happy, their robot companions have sure made their lives easier as they speedily assist with toy making and distribution.

And Mrs. Claus...well, she just lords it over everyone.

Meanwhile, the faithful reindeers, who once braved the frigid polar nights, now graze contentedly in an enclosed dome of warmth. This sophisticated habitat, complete with simulated meadows and balmy weather, ensures they remain comfortable and healthy. The once harsh and remote North Pole has become a wonder of technological marvels and enduring holiday spirit, where tradition and futuristic advancements coexist in perfect harmony.

In this future, it mattered not what hue or shade Santa was. They did their jobs happily, no longer worrying about danger to their lives, except maybe spaceships and aliens becoming entangled in their portals, of course.

Now milk and cookies vanished while both parents and kids tried their best to get a glimpse of Santa Claus. Alas, they cannot. Santa clauses all enjoy their perfect anonymity.

Christmas has never been more🎄 efficient, yet the magic remains as enchanting as ever. 🎄🎄🎄