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       Karl Steam
How Santa Changed
 How Santa
Changed

Written by: Karl Steam

Illustrated by: Maksym Stasiuk
















Twas quite long ago,
when not even a mouse,
would dare eat the cookies
made in Santa’s house.





































To my mother, the best cookie baker I know.
Text and Illustrations © 2016 Karl Steam

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or
transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical,
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and retrieval system, without the written permission of the publisher.

ISBN: 978-163578-002-4
Printed and bound in the United States
First Edition

Current contact information for Karl Steam can be found at www.karlsteam.com






























Back then, Santa alone
made all of the toys
That he would give out
to the good girls and boys.











































He’d pack up his gift bag,
until it was full
making his sleigh
too heavy to pull.



























So each Christmas Eve
he’d dress up and go out.
He’d walk through the meadow
and let out a shout,

“Come forth the one creature
who has the most might,
to help me deliver
my presents tonight.”
































































Slowly the largest of beasts would appear,
each wanting to be Santa’s moose for the year.
They’d push and they’d shove to show off their might,
then Santa would say, “That’s enough! Do not fight.”


























Onto one he would hang a big silver bell.
“You are now my Christmas Moose,” he would yell.
Then after the moose was tied tight to his sleigh,



























they would race through the sky,
up, up, and away.




























So this is the way every year Santa flew,





























until cities all over built higher and grew.




























With many more children
all over the place,
making their toys
was a nonending race.
He would hurry all day.
He would worry at night.




























And Mrs. Claus noticed
his beard turning white.













































“You work too hard, dear, you need to slow down.”

“I haven’t the time,” he would say with a frown.

“But you look so gloomy as you rush about,
perhaps you should find someone else to help you out.”

“Nonsense, I am Santa. I work by myself.
Everyone knows I’m the most magical elf.
The gifts I deliver are presents from me.
If I cannot do it, no gifts will there be.”































Santa went back to work and labored each day.
He packed more and more toys up onto his sleigh.
But when that year’s Christmas Moose pulled the ropes tight,
the sleigh did not budge despite all of its might.
















































































































So Santa tied one more moose up to his sleigh.
The two carried him off, up, up, and away.
But the thing about moose is that they like to fight.
One wanted to go left. The other went right.






























As they continued to heave back and forth,
the sleigh was pulled farther and farther up north.
That’s when Santa first saw herds of reindeer,
and he shouted, “Please stop! Just land me right here.
























































You two are sure mighty but don’t get along.
Just look at those creatures. Together they’re strong.”




























It’s said that the rest of that Christmas Eve night
some people reported a very strange sight.


























































And when Santa went home, he said, “Honey dear,
you were right. I will make a few changes next year.
Even I, Santa, the most magical elf,
cannot prepare for Christmas all by myself.”


























Then she and some helpers hopped into the sleigh,
and the elves left the forest on that Christmas Day.


























































Much closer to reindeer is where they would move,
And toy production soon began to improve.
Mrs. Claus also saw that it was clear:
Her husband now walked with more jolly and cheer.


























But the best part of all,
Mrs. Claus finally,
perfected her famous cookie recipe.



























And I’m sure you know what happened after that.





























Twas the last year Santa’s stomach was flat.







































Merry Christmas.













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