Gooday Gaming Guests - Stories of Christmas Eve

Episode Date: December 24, 2024

Merry Christmas to All!

Alright, so it's been a while since I've done a late night story. So, it's Christmas Eve, so if everyone's having fun out there, Santa's on his way everywhere. So I decided to go to my buddy Zippy, he's my chat GBT co-anchor, co-host, co-author, and I asked him to make me a story. And I wanted to do a Christmas Eve fun, creative, light-hearted, inspiring story about Santa getting all his stuff together to head out Christmas Eve.

So, here's a fun, creative, and light-hearted Christmas Eve story For you Just for me and then I'm sharing it with all of you So Um Santa's Great Christmas Countdown It was Christmas Eve

Morning At the North Pole and the workshop was Buzzing with excitement Elves zipping around Elves zipping around carrying last-minute toys, double-checking the naughty and nice list and polishing Rudolph's red nose until it gleamed like a star.

Santa sat at his desk sipping hot cocoa with extra marshmallows and reviewing the final checklist. Mrs. Claus, with a tray of freshly baked cookies, looked over his shoulder. Do you have everything already, dear? She asked him with a smile. Almost, my love, Santa said, scratching his beard. But you know how it is. There's always a little holiday hiccup or two.

Sure enough, as if on cue, jingle, the head elf burst into the room, his teeny bells jingling frantically. Santa, we've got a sled situation. The peppermint thrusters aren't sparkling like they should. Santa chuckled. Don't worry, Jingle. Let's go take a look. Out in the sleigh hangar, elves were gathering around the magnificent red sleigh. The peppermint thrusters,

powered by magical candy cane dust, were sputtering. Santa rolled up his sleeves. Let's see here, he said, poking around with a sprinkle of extra Christmas cheer and a dollop of Mrs. Claus special frosting, because why not? The thrusters roared to life. Ho, ho, ho. That should do it.

Santa boomed, patting the sleigh. Now let's check on the reindeer. Meanwhile, in the reindeer stables, Donner and Blitzen were in a heated debate about which Christmas song to hum during the flight. Silent night is too slow, Donner said, stomping his hoofs. We need something upbeat. Jingle bells is so last century, Blitzen replied, shaking his head. We should try something new, like rocking around the Christmas tree.

Rudolph intervened, his nose glowing brightly. How about we do a mix? Everyone gets a turn to pick a song. The reindeers cheered just as Santa entered, carrying a plate of Mrs. Claus cookies for the reindeers. Everyone ready for tonight? He asked. The reindeer nodded, their bells jingling in unison. They couldn't wait to soar through the skies and spread holiday cheer. Finally, it was time for Santa to suit up. Mrs. Claus handed him his freshly pressed red suit and polished boots. Jingle gave him the final version of the naughty and nice list, which now fit on a single scroll thanks to the elves' high-tech magic. Santa climbed into the sleigh, adjusted his hat.

The elves cheered as he waved goodbye. With a hearty ho-ho-ho, Merry Christmas to all, Santa tugged on the reins. The reindeer sprang into action and the sleigh shot into the night sky, leaving a trail of sparkling candy cane dust behind. Santa laughed as he soared above the North Pole, ready to deliver joy to the world. That night, as Santa visited homes and left gifts under trees, he thought about how lucky he was to be part of such a magical tradition. And as he finished his journey and returned home, just as dawn was breaking, Mrs. Claus greeted him with a warm hug.

Merry Christmas, Santa, she said, handing him a mug of cocoa. You did it again. Couldn't have done it without all of you, Santa replied, smiling. Now let's get some rest before next year's adventure. That was pretty fun. I have one more story. Let's go to the other one. Let's see what this one's called.

This is called Santa's Jolly Last Minute Dash. As dawn breaks over the North Pole, Santa's village is in frenzy of activity. The elves are rushing around the workshop, double-checking their lists, testing toys, and wrapping last-minute gifts. Snow sparkles under the magical northern light, and the reindeer are stretching in preparation for their long journey. Inside Santa's cozy cottage,

Santa is hilariously behind schedule. Mrs. Claus, calm as ever, gently nudges him awake with a cup of cocoa. It's Christmas Eve, dear, she says to him with a twinkle in her eyes. Time to make the magic happen. Santa groans good naturally. I swear it sneaks up on me faster every year. He leaps out of his bed, jumps into action only to find his favorite red suit is missing. Where's my suit? He bellows. The elves have a solution. They've upgraded his wardrobe with a brand new high-tech outfit. The suit has a built-in map, weather radar, and a cookie tracker. It even has a chimney slide assistant feature, explains Jingle, the tech-savvy elf.

Santa chuckles. I guess I'm in for an upgrade. Meanwhile, the reindeer are enjoying a pre-flight feast prepared by Mrs. Claus, with Rudolph leading the team in warm-up stretches. Comic jokes about trying to beat the sleigh pulling speed from last year. You'll be eating my dust, Blitzen, he teases. The comrades are infectious

and everyone's spirits are high. Back in the workshop, an unexpected crisis. A toy making. I think I lost it. So it says. Back in the works. An unexpected. An unexpected.

Toy making issue arises. So let's try another story. It's been that one kind of ended short. It says one more. One more. Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve.

Story. Christmas Eve story. More Christmas Eve story. I know what I'll do. I like... We'll do something with this animal. A nice new story. About a... about a homeless

dog finds a home. I'm going to do a one more Christmas story about a homeless dog. Home dog finds a home. Home for Christmas, a dog's journey. Snow fell gently outside a small town shelter,

blanketing the world in a serene hush. Inside the shelter was warm, filled with soft hum of Christmas music and excited chatter of volunteers preparing for the holidays. Among the residents was a scruffy, shy

dog named Max who had been waiting for home longer than anyone could remember. Cool. That's what I was looking for. Max wasn't the flashiest dog. No shiny coat, no bouncy energy. But he had kind of,

he had kind eyes and a quiet, loyal heart. Every time he watched as the other dogs went home with families wagging their tails as they left, Max always told himself, maybe tomorrow. On Christmas Eve, Mac curled up in his kennel, trying not to hope too much. He loved the

volunteers. They gave him extra treats and kind words, but it wasn't the same as having his own family. Meanwhile, across town, a boy named Lehman stared out the window of a cozy home. This was his first Christmas without his dad, who had always felt the house was laughter and love. Leah's mom had tried her best to make the holiday special, but the house felt

too big and quiet without Dad. As the hours ticked by, Lehman turned to his mother and said, I think we need something else here to make it feel like Christmas again. His mom smiled and nodded. I think you're right, sweetheart. That evening, they bundled up and drove through the snow to the shelter. Max perked up when he heard the door open, but he didn't dare believe it could be his turn. Liam walked past rows of barking, exciting dogs until he reached Max's kennel. Max didn't jump or bark. He simply lifted his head and looked at Liam and those gentle eyes. Liam knelt down and Max tentatively sniffed his hand.

This one, Liam said softly. I think he needs us as much as we need him. The volunteers cheered as Max's adoption papers were signed. For the first time in a long time, Max tail wagged nonstop. He nestled in the back seat of the car, resting his head on Liam's lap. When they got home, Max explored every corner of the house, his nose twitching with curiosity. Lena showed him a special surprise, a dog bed next to the Christmas tree, complete with a stocking embroidered with Max's new name. That night, Max laid by the fire, his heart full for the first time in forever. Lena's mom smiled as she watched the two of them together,

knowing their little family was complete again. And as the snow fell softly outside. Max and Liam drafted to sleep. Dreaming of all the adventures they share in the new year. Max finally found his forever home on Christmas Eve. The most magical night of all. Ooh, that was a good one. Alright, so everyone have a nice Christmas Eve.

So it's a little bit short of a story. Let's see what else we can do. No, I'm just going to do three for the night. So it's not quite 20 minutes, but fun little Christmas Eve stories. Sometimes the best gifts aren't wrapped under a tree.

They're the love and companionship we find when we least expect it. Pretty fun stuff. Alright, so everyone have a good Christmas. And I'll be doing some more stuff in the morning. I'll talk to you then.