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Dear readers and followers of the Blog:

With best wishes for their welfare and happiness, I offer Christmas greeting affectionately as one of my stories.

                                                                  JA Morasan.

CHRISTMAS WITHOUT SANTA "Cloch".

When boredom prowls the walls of my strength, I reach for many resources to neutralize their attacks, one of which is to review old papers zealously keep in an ancient chest, inherited by several generations of one of my ancestors, who in his spare time was devoted to bringing competition to Barbasrojas, wooden legs and other citizens of "Trucial State". *

Well, digging through that pile of papers, whose conservation is carried out by several mothballs, placed with a decent strategy Rommel and black paint I coated the inside of the historic furniture, a few days ago I found several cuts day that made ​​me  relive a series of events almost forgotten.

It happened in a small town near the capital, when a group of parishioners was returning home, after celebrating in their own way the birth of Jesus of Nazareth. 

Wandering down the street  saw a strange subject, which identified immediately and without further ado his own initiative proceeded to arrest.

The attire of the mysterious character, consisting of a kind of bright red overalls, pointy shoes curved upwards, especially the pair of horns protruding above your eyebrows and a huge nose, left no doubt about his identity and agreed it curious that very quickly went to Central Park where he was taken for display.

In less than a while agglomeration was such that it was necessary to conduct the "devil" to the ball field to satisfy the curiosity of the public. The regimental band whose concert was interrrumpido, joined the noisy demonstration preceded by the strange character and his smug captors, making us forget for a moment the youngsters his disappointment at not receiving the customary visit Santa "Cloch" made , incidentally, led to the concern of adults and children worldwide, making front page news in every newspaper in the world.

The scientists Pluto II Program, were extremely concerned, for several hours because they had lost contact with the ship launched a couple of days ago.

Von Vogen, Program Manager, decided to oil your "luger" to have it ready in case the project fails.

Suddenly a cry of joy flooded the control room to receive signals from the spacecraft:

• Beep, beep ... beep, beep ... beep, beep ...
  The communications manager opened the transmission:
• beep, beep, beep ... beep, beep, beep ... beep, beep, beep ...
  Pluto II, report location ... Pluto II, report location ... exchange.
• Pluto will be your ... forgiveness, ... I mean, ... I'm no Pluto II.

With great difficulty the men gathered there were able to keep your eyes in place and a murmur of amazement went stumbling among the complex machinery of the control room, because nobody remembered spacecraft installed in any system that could respond directly to Castilian and less so clearly in the pronunciation ...!???

When the communications officer managed to regain a little breath, continued:

- Here, ahem ... control, calling uh ... Pluto II ... This ... exchange.

• I told you my name is not Pluto, or comozco anyone by that name around here, but who are you?
• Well do you see ... ahem ... I am in charge of communications Pluto II Program ... this ... tracking signals we send the spacecraft toward Pluto. And by the way, who are you and what the hell is he doing there? ... exchange.
  
  
• I am nothing more and nothing less than the old man and now I understand Paschal lot.
  As can be back sue that country for making me look bad with children, since such noise that made Pluto II bolt to my reindeer while conducting my usual annual tour, coming to stop this unknown planet, where luckily I welcome, therefore we agreed with the character here in exchange pascuero of itineraries.

The Pope, the head of NASA and other dignitaries showed up to the small town in which, according to information from the IPU and the NF-type had been apprehended that, at the precise moment when the crowd was about to charge the outrages accounts from the beginning of humanity had been committed.

It was not easy to deter their intentions to the angry mob encouraged by several professional agitators, but after listening to the message received regarding postpone agreed to confirm their veracity.

Required captive that was about his origin, confirmed the statement of the good "Santa" to the astonishment of those present, for no one had bothered to ask even his last will, also referred to ZTX had not said that in good Plutonian mean IOP, because I trusted the proverbial justice earthlings. (!???)

As the captive was released he went to a site on the outskirts of the city, where his ship had landed, to meet agreed with Santa "Cloch", in such a way that in that year the children of the earth received Plutonian toys and children Pluto got guns, plastic helmets, armored Reservoirs and remote carts, rifles, etc., etc., etc.

That led to correct that, some years later, began their campaign expansionist Plutonian on neighboring planets and galaxies.

* Turtle Island or the pirates.