Guided Sleep Meditation & Sleep Hypnosis from Sleep Cove - A Christmas Story - A Kidnapped Santa Claus
Episode Date: December 21, 2022A Christmas Story - A Kidnapped Santa Claus by the Wizard of OZ author L. Frank Baum. It has been called "one of Baum's most beautiful stories and constitutes an influential contribution to the mytho...logy of Christmas. After failing to tempt him to their own vices, Santa is kidnapped from the Laughing Valley by the five Daemons of the Caves (Daemons of Selfishness, Envy, Hatred, Malice, and Repentance) on Christmas Eve. Can Christmas be saved? This episode of Sleep Cove is brought to you by BetterHelp. Give online therapy a try at betterhelp.com/sleepcove and get on your way to being your best self. Please leave a 5-star review & SUBSCRIBE on Apple and Spotify. Sleep Cove Premium Become a Premium Member for Bonus Episodes & Ad-Free listening: Visit https://www.sleepcove.com/support and become a Premium Member. Get Instant Access and sign up in two taps. The Sleep Cove Premium Feed includes: - Access to over 400 Ad-free Episodes - Regular Exclusive Bonus Episodes - A Back Catalogue of Dozens of Exclusive Episodes - Full Audiobooks like Alice in Wonderland - Your name read out on the Show - Our Love! Get your 7-day free trial: https://sleepcove.com/support For Apple users, click the TRY FREE button for a 2-week free trial and become a Premium Member Today. Support our Sponsors: This episode of Sleep Cove is brought to you by BetterHelp. Give online therapy a try at betterhelp.com/sleepcove and get on your way to being your best self. Our Sister Shows: - Calm Cove - https://link.chtbl.com/bgSKfkbt - Relaxing Music & Ambient Sounds - Mysteries at Midnight - Mystery Bedtime Stories - https://link.chtbl.com/skj6YFah - Let's Begin - Daytime Meditations with wake sections at the end - https://link.chtbl.com/Z--DgSH4 - YouTube Bedtime Story Channel - https://rb.gy/t7wyjk - YouTube Sleep Hypnosis & Meditation Channel - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClE6WJgPYRBtwVQ1qDBrbqw Connect: - Join the Newsletter for a Bonus Meditation - https://www.sleepcove.com/bonus - Facebook: https://rb.gy/azpdrd - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sleep_cove/ - TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@sleepcovechris Recommended Products: Comfortable Sleep Headphones - https://www.sleepcove.com/headphones The Best Mattress from Puffy: https://sleepcove.com/puffy Our Sister Shows in more detail: Calm Cove is our music channel, where you can find Relaxing Music, White Noise and Nature Sounds - https://link.chtbl.com/bgSKfkbt Let’s Begin is our brand new Day Meditation podcast. Start your day feeling relaxed and positive, or take some time out to unwind with these calming meditations with wakeners at the end so that you can continue your day. If you love our bedtime stories, check out Mysteries at Midnight, our brand-new podcast dedicated to the mystery stories our listeners love so much. Enjoy even more from Poirot, Sherlock and more classic mystery tales. _______________ All Content by Sleep Cove is for educational or entertainment purposes and does not provide or replace professional medical advice, diagnosis or treatment. Always seek the advice of your medical professional before making any changes to your treatment and if in any doubt, contact your doctor. Please listen in a place where you can safely go to sleep. Sleep Cove is not responsible or liable for any loss, damage or injury arising from the use of this content. _________________ Sleep Cove content includes guided sleep meditations, sleep hypnosis (hypnotherapy), sleep stories (visualizations) and Bedtime Stories for adults and grown-ups, all designed to help you get a great night's sleep Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Welcome to Sleep Cove, the place to come for a great night's sleep.
Please listen to this recording in a place where you can safely go to sleep.
I'm reading another Christmas short story tonight.
It's called A Kidnapped Santa Claus.
by L. Frank Baum.
In this fantasy Christmas tale by the author of The Wizard of Oz,
Santa lives in a castle in the Laughing Valley.
Santa has help us, but he also has enemies,
and on Christmas Eve he's lissued out of his sleigh by five demons.
This standalone short story is a follow-up to Barms' longer novel,
the life and adventures of Santa Claus.
I really hope you'll enjoy it.
Begin to Santa Claus by L. Frank Barm.
Santa Claus lives in the Laughing Valley,
where stands the big rambling castle,
in which his toys are manufactured.
His workmen selected from the rails,
nooks, pixies,
and fairies live with him, and everyone is as busy as can be from one year's end to another.
It is called the Laughing Valley, because everything there is happy, chuckles to itself as it leaps
rollicking between its grass banks. The wind whistles merrily in the trees. The sunbeams dance
lightly over the soft grass, and the violets and wildflowers look smilingly up from their green nests.
To laugh one needs to be happy. To be happy, one needs to be content.
The loving valley of Santa Claus, contentment reigns supreme.
One side is the mighty forest of Berzi.
At the other side stands the huge mountain that contains the caves of the demons
and between them the valley lies smiling and peaceful.
One would think that our good old Santa Claus, who devotes his days to making children happy,
would have no enemies on all the earth.
A matter of fact, for a long period of time, he encountered nothing but love wherever he might go.
But the demons who live in the mountain caves grew to hate Santa Claus very much for the simple reason that he made children happy.
The caves of the demons are five in Dunworthway leads up to the first cave.
which is a finely arched cavern at the foot of the mountain,
the entrance being beautifully carved and decorated.
In it resides the demon of selfishness.
Back of this is another cabin inhabited by the demon of envy.
The cave of the demon of hatred is next in order
and through this one passes to the
the home of the demon of malice. Situated in a dark and fearful cave is beyond this.
Some say they are terrible pitfalls leading to death and destruction.
I very well be true.
However, from each one of the four caves mentioned, there is a small narrow tunnel leading
to the fifth cave.
A cozy little room, oxygen.
occupied by the demon of repentance.
The keyfuls of these passages are well worn by the track of passing feet.
I judge that many wanderers in the caves of the demons have escaped through the tunnels
to the abode of the demon of repentance,
who is said to be a pleasant sort of fellow,
who gladly opens one a little door, admitting you into the fresh,
air and sunshine again. Well, these demons of the caves, thinking that they had great cause
to dislike old Santa Claus, held a meeting one day to discuss the matter. I'm really
getting lonesome, so the demon of selfishness. The Santa Claus distributes so many pretty
Christmas gifts to all the children that they become happy and generous. Through his example,
and keep away from my cave, having the same trouble, we joined the demon of envy. Their little ones
seem quite content with Santa Claus, and there are a few, indeed that I can coax to become
envious, that makes it bad for me, declared the demon of hatred. For if no children
pass through the caves of selfishness and envy, none get to my cavern. Or to mine,
said the demon of maness. For my part, said the demon of repentance, it is easily seen that if
children do not visit your cave. You have no need to visit mine, so that I am quite as neglected
as you are. And all because of this person, they call Santa Claus, exclaimed the demon of envy.
He is simply ruining our business, and something must be done at once. To this, they readily agreed.
for what to do was another and more difficult matter to settle.
They knew that Santa Claus worked all through the year at his castle in the Laughing Valley,
preparing the gifts he was to distribute on Christmas Eve.
And at first, they resolved to try to tempt him into their caves.
They might lead him onto the terrible pitfalls that ended,
in destruction. So the very next day, while Santa Claus was busily at work, surrounded by his
little band of assistance, the demon of selfishness came to him and said, those toys are wonderfully
bright and pretty. Why do you not keep them for yourself? It's a pity to give them to those
noisy boys and fretful girls who break and destroy them so quickly.
Nonsense, cried the old grey beard, his bright eyes twinkling merrily as he turned towards
the tempting demon. The boys and girls are never so noisy and fretful after receiving my
presence, and if I can make them happy for one day in the year, I am quite content.
So the demon went back to the others. We awaited him in their caves and said,
I failed, but Santa Claus is not at all selfish. The following day, the demon of envy
visited Santa Claus. He said the toy shops are full of plaything.
things quite as pretty as those you are making. What a shame it is that they should interfere with
your business. They make toys by machinery much quicker than you can make them by hand,
and they sell them for money while you get nothing at all for your work. But Santa Claus refused to be
envious of the toy shops supply the little ones but once a year on Christmas Eve, he answered,
for the children are many, and I am but one, and as my work is one of love and kindness,
I would be ashamed to receive money for my little gifts. But throughout all the year,
the children must be amused in some way, and see.
So the toy shops are able to bring much happiness to my little friends.
Unlike the toy shops, in spite of the second rebuff,
the demon of hatred thought he would try to influence Santa Claus.
So the next day he entered the busy workshop and said,
Good morning, Santa, I have bad news for you.
Don't run away like a good fellow, answered Santa Claus.
Bad news is something that should be kept secret and never told.
You cannot escape this, however, declared the demon, or a good many who do not believe in Santa Claus,
and these you are bound to hate bitterly, since they have so wronged you.
Stuff and rubbish, cried Santa Claus.
And there are others who resent your making children happy and who sneer at you and cool you a foolish old rattlepate.
You are quite right to hate such base slanderers and you ought to be revenged upon them for their evil words.
But I don't hate Santa Claus.
such people do me no real harm, but merely render themselves and their children unhappy. Poor things. I'd much rather help them any day than injure them.
The demons could not tempt Santa Claus in any way. On the contrary, he was shrewd enough to see that their object in visiting him was to make mischief and trouble.
and his cheery laughter disconcerted the evil ones and showed to them the folly of such an undertaking.
So they abandoned honeyed words and determined to use false.
It is well known that no harm can come to Santa Claus while he is in the laughing money.
For the fairies and rills and nooks,
all protect him.
But on Christmas
Eve, he drives
his reindeer out into the
big world, carrying
a sledload of toys
and to the children.
And this was the
time and the occasion
when his enemies
had the best chance
to injure him.
So the demons laid
their plans and
awaited the arrival
of Christmas Eve, the moon shone big and white in the sky, and the snow lay crisp and sparkling on the ground,
as Santa Claus cracked his whip and sped away out of the valley into the great world beyond.
A roomy sleigh was packed of bags of toys.
for very joy, his merry life.
This was the one day in the year when he was happiest.
The day he lovingly bestowed the treasures of his workshop upon the little children.
It would be a busy night for him.
He well knew as he whistled and shouted and crouched and crowsed.
cracked his whip again. He reviewed in mind all the towns and cities and farmhouses where he was expected
and figured that he had just enough presence to go around and suddenly a strange thing happened.
A rope shot through the moonlight and a big noose that was in the end of it settled
over the arms and body he could resist or even cry out.
He was jerked from the seat of the sleigh and tumbled head a snowbank.
But the reindeer rushed onward with a load of toys and carried it quickly out of sight
and sound.
A surprising experience confused old Santa for a moment.
And when he had collected his senses, he found that the wicked demons had pulled him from the snowdrift,
and bound him tightly with many coils of the stout rope carried the Santa Coles away to their mountain,
that they thrust the prisoner into a secret cave and chained him to the rocky wall,
so that he could not escape rubbing their hands together with cruel.
What will the children do now?
How they will cry and scold and stall when they find there are no toys in their stockings
and no gifts on their Christmas trees,
and what a lot of punishment they will receive from their parents.
and how they will flock to our caves of selfishness,
and envy and hatred have done a mighty clever thing,
we demons of the caves.
So it now chanced that on this Christmas Eve,
the good Santa Claus had taken with him in his sleigh,
neuter the Rill, Peter the Nook,
Kilda the Pixie, and a small fairy named Whisk.
His four favourite assistants, these little people, he had often found very useful in helping him to distribute his gifts to the children.
And when their master was so suddenly dragged from the sleigh, they were all snugly tucked only.
immortals knew nothing of the...
Until some time after he had disappeared.
Finally, the silence warned them that something was wrong.
Little Whisk stuck out her head from beneath the seat
and found Santa Claus gone
and no one to direct the flight of the reindeer.
Whoa!
He called in speed.
and came to a halt
The neuter and kilter
Or jumped upon the seat
And looked back over the track made by the sleigh
But Santa Claus
Had been left miles
And miles behind
What shall we do?
Asked Whisk anxiously
All the mirth and mischief
Banished from his weak face
By this great calamity
We must go back at once and find our master, said Nutter the Rille.
Who thought and spoke with much deliberation?
No, no, exclaimed Peter the Nock, who crossed and craved, though he was, might always be depended upon in an emergency.
If we do they or go back there
There will not be a time
To get the toys to the children before morning
And that would grieve Santa Claus
More than anything else
It is certain that some wicked creatures
Have captured him
Said Kilda thoughtfully
And their object must be to make the children
unhappy
So our first duty is to get the toys distributed as carefully as if Santa Claus were himself present.
Afterward, we can search for our master and easily secure his freedom.
There seemed such good faith and sensible advice that the others at once absolved to adopt it.
So Peter the Nook called to the reindeer, and the faithful animals again sprang forward and dashed over hill and valley through forest and until they came to the houses where in children lay sleeping, and dreaming of the pretty gifts they would find on Christmas morning.
The little unmortals had set themselves a difficult task,
for although they had assisted Santa Claus on many of his journeys,
their master had always directed and guided them
and told them exactly what he wished them to do,
but they had to distribute the toys according to their own judgment,
and they did not understand children as well as did Old Centre.
So it is no worry, they made some laughable errors.
Mamie Brown, who wanted a doll, got a drum instead,
and a drum is no use to a girl who loves drums.
And Charlie Smith delighted to rom and play out dolls
and wanted some new rubber boots to keep his feet dry.
He received a sewing box filled with coloured warsteads and threads and needles,
which made him so provoked that he thoughtlessly called our old Santa friend.
Had he been there by mistake,
the demons would have accomplished their evil purpose
and made the children unhappy.
But the little friends of the absent Santa Claus
laboured faithfully and intelligently
to carry out their master's ideas
expected under such unusual circumstances.
And although they worked as swiftly as possible,
day had begun to break before the toys and other presents,
were all distributed.
So for the first time in many years,
the reindeer trotted into the Laughing Valley.
On their return,
in broad, brilliant sun peeping over the edge of the forest
to prove they were far behind their accustomed hours.
The deer in the stable,
the little folk began to wonder how they might
to rescue their master, and they realized they must discover, first of all, what had happened
to him was.
So Whisk the Fairy transported himself to the power of the Fairy Queen, which was located
D.Berzi, kidnapped to prevent his making children happy.
The Fairy Queen also promised.
her assistance and master from his enemies. It is possible that Santa Claus was not as merry as usual
during the night that succeeded his capture, for although he had faith in the judgment of his little
friends, he could not avoid a certain amount of worry, and an anxious look would creep at times
into his kind old eyes
as he thought of the disappointment
that might await his dear little children
and the demons
who carded him by turns
one after another
did not neglect to taunt him
with contemptuous words
in his helpless condition
when Christmas Day dawned
the demon of malice
was guarding the prisoner and his tongue were sharper than that of any of the others.
Their children are waking up Santa, he cried.
They are waking up to find their stockings empty.
Ho-ho!
How they will quarrel and wail and stamp their feet in anger.
Our caves will be full today, or Santa.
Our caves are sure.
to be full. But to this, as to the other taunts, Santa Claus answered nothing. He was much grieved
by his capture, it is true, but his courage did not forsake him, and finding that the prisoner
would not reply to his jeers, the demon of malice presently went away and sent the demon of repentance
to take his place.
This last personage was not so disagreeable as the others.
He had gentle and refined features,
and his voice was soft and pleasant in tone,
my brother demons.
Do not trust me overmuch, said he as he entered the cabin.
But it is morning now,
and the mischief is done.
You cannot visit the children again for another year.
This is true, answered Santa Claus, almost cheerfully.
Christmas Eve is passed, and for the first time in centuries,
I have not visited my children.
The little ones will be greatly disappointed, murmured the demon of repentance,
almost regretfully.
But that can likely to make the children selfish and envious and hateful of the demons today?
I shall get a chance to lead some of them to my cave of repentance.
Do you never repent yourself?
asked Santa Claus curiously.
Oh yes indeed, answered the demon.
I am even now repenting.
that I assisted in your capture.
Of course it is too late to remedy the evil that has been done,
but repentance you know can come over to stand, said Santa Claus.
Those who avoid evil need never visit your cave.
As a rule, that is true, replied the demon.
Yet you who have done no evil are about.
to visit my proof that I sincerely regret my share in your escape.
This speech, the prisoner, until he reflected that it was just what might be expected of the demon of repentance.
The fellow at once busied himself and tying the knots that bound Santa Claus and unlocking the chains that fastened him.
and unlocking the chains that fastened him to the wall.
Then he led the way until they both, and I believe I accomplish a great deal of good
and the Santa Claus sniffed the air gratefully. I bear no malice, said he to the demon in a gentle
voice, and I am sure the world would be a dreary place without you. So good morning and a Merry Christmas
to you. With these words, he stepped out to greet a bright morning, and a moment later, he was trudging
along, whistling softly to himself on his way to his home in the Laughing Valley,
Marching over the snow
towards the mountain
was a vast army
numerous creatures imaginable
there were numberless nooks
from the forest
as rough and crooked in appearance
as the nulled branches
of the trees they ministered to
and there were dainty reels
from the fields
each one bearing the emblem
of the flower-flows
along in a gorgeous array.
This wonderful army was led by Whisk, Peter, Neuter and Kilter, who had assembled
it to rescue Santa Claus from captivity.
His would be very terrible to those who had incurred their anger.
He had inspired in the hearts of the most beautiful and powerful creatures in existence.
And while they clustered around him and danced with glee at his safe return, he gave them
earnest thanks for their support, but whisked anewater and peter and kissed affectionately.
It is useless to pursue the demons, said Santa Claus to the army.
They have their place in the world and can never be destroyed.
that is a great pity, nevertheless, he continued musingly.
So the fairies and nooks and pixies and rales all escorted the good man to his castle,
and there left him to talk over the events of the night with his little assistance.
Already rendered himself invisible and flown through the big world to see how the children
were getting along on this bright Christmas morning.
And by the time he returned, Peter had finished telling Santa Claus
of how they had distributed the talk.
He really did very well, cried the fairy in a pleased voice,
for I found little unhappiness among the children this morning.
Still, you must not get captured again, my dear master,
for we might not be so fortunate another time in carrying out your ideas.
He then related the mistakes that had been made
and which he had not discovered until his toll of inspection.
And Santa Claus at once sent him with rubber boots for Charlie Smith
and a doll for Mammy Brown,
so that even those two disappointed ones,
became happy. As for the wicked demons of the caves, they were filled with anger and chagrin
when they found out that their clever capture of Santa Claus had come to naught. Indeed,
no one on that Christmas day appeared to be at all selfish or envious or hateful, and realizing
that while the children's saint had so many powerful friends, it was folly
to oppose him. The demons never again attempted to interfere with his journeys on Christmas Eve.
