Santa’s Flight (picks up where Santa’s Mission left off) Sarn pulled on his cloak and boots, clad his son in warm gear, and with much trepidation, took the hand and adventure offered–one. thing he’d learned about Christmas–action was required that might just test his mettle. “I’ve trouble controlling it–the magic.” “Not tonight you won’t,” Santa smiled, “settle in and we’ll be off; don’t fret ’bout magic. Tonight it’s in the air and everywhere.” Indeed the air did shimmer and sparkle as if diamond dust floated in the air. It started slow, the drain, just a trickle at first as the reindeer jogged skyward, more as his link to … Continue reading Santa’s Flight