Dan Rattiner's Stories

Five Christmas Children’s Stories by Dan Rattiner

You’ve heard of The Night Before Christmas, The Nutcracker, The Polar Express and “Gift of the Magi.” But are you familiar with “A Christmas Mitt,” “Santa’s Dad” and “Guide the Sleigh?”

Every year, Dan’s Papers founder and Editor-in-Chief Dan Rattiner shares a new fable or tale of Christmas for children and their families to enjoy, with illustrations by longtime Dan’s Papers art contributor Mickey Paraskevas. Share these stories with your loved ones and have a very Merry Christmas!

Below we offer the first part from five of Dan’s Christmas tales. Click the titles to read each one in its entirety.Santa and Dan cartoon by Mickey Paraskevas

A Chat with Santa: He’s Busy Now, So I Visited North Pole City

To interview Santa Claus two weeks before Christmas, I had to go to the North Pole.

“I’m really sorry I can’t come to you,” he said on the phone in that familiar deep, jolly voice. “But I just can’t get away now.”

“I understand,” I said.

“Now if this had been the summertime…” he continued.

“No problem,” I said.

To get to the North Pole, I took the Hampton Jitney to the Airport Connection in Queens, took a taxi to LaGuardia, flew on United Flight 831 to Anchorage, Alaska with a stopover in Vancouver, took a twin engine Cherokee to Nome, and then boarded a train called the Midnight Express, where I had my own private compartment for the 12-hour trip to North Pole City.

Santa cartoon By Mickey ParaskevasGuide the Sleigh: A Christmas Fable for Hamptons Kids

A thousand years ago, when Santa Claus first opened his workshop at the North Pole, he called a meeting with the elves. He was worried. Exactly what did they suggest he do to have his sleigh pulled all around the world in just the 12 hours between Christmas Eve and Christmas morning?

No airplanes had been invented yet. There were no helicopters, no blimps, no dirigibles. What to do?

Mickey Paraskevas Santa CartoonChimney Stories: Santa Delivers to Indians, Settlers, Whalers, Visitors

Before the Hamptons was “the Hamptons,” Santa was making his regular Christmas deliveries by reindeer and sleigh to the Native Americans who lived here. They were the Montauketts, the Manhansetts, the Shinnecocks and a host of other tribes.

The Indians did not live in teepees, they lived in domed huts with holes at the top to let out the smoke from fires inside. Santa had no problem with the huts when the residents would remember to put the fires out on Christmas Eve. He’d land by the holes and drop the presents down. But on very cold days when the residents would either forget or decide not to put the fires out, he’d early on pass up on those Indian residences. This led to an outcry. But in the end, Santa solved it by strapping bags of gifts to the tops of the domes where the fires were. And everyone was happy. The parents made a game out of scrambling up to the top to get the gifts. The children loved it.

santaaaSanta’s Dad: Meeting Up With Kris Kringle at His Home in Sagaponack

It is not well known, but Santa Claus’s father lives in the Hamptons. His name is Kris Kringle, he’s retired now from his active work years ago when he gave toys away to the kids in his native land of Holland and the rest of Europe, and it’s thanks to the success of his son that he now lives in well-to-do circumstances in a beautiful house just a block from the ocean in Sagaponack.

A Christmas Mitt cartoon by Mickey Paraskevas

A Christmas Mitt: When the Mitt Didn’t Arrive, Owen Took Matters into His Own Hands

In the middle of the night, four hours before Christmas morning, Owen woke suddenly and leaped out of bed. Had Santa come yet? He ran to the window, pushed his mop of red hair out of his eyes and opened the curtains. Outside, twinkly stars bathed the neighborhood in a soft white glow. Snow had fallen during the night, and the sidewalks, streets and trees, as far as he could see, were heavy with the stuff.

Owen, who was eight years old, looked down the block one way and down the block the other and did not see a footprint or hoofprint anywhere. Nor did he see sleigh runner streaks. Santa hadn’t come yet.

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