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Ho! Ho! Ho! - 1. Chapter 1
Ho! Ho! Ho!
In the Woodcock household Christmas was a time for tradition. The Christmas tree was put up and decorated on Christmas Eve and the presents were placed under it. They were then opened after Christmas dinner of roast turkey complete with all the trimmings followed by a Christmas pudding, brought to the table, flaming, by Mrs Woodcock – who by that time might also be flaming herself after a fraught morning in the kitchen while her husband sat in his armchair by the fire drinking sherry.
The children, eight year old Trevor, his six year old brother William and his five year old sister Frances, were allowed to help in decorating the tree. However, this usually meant that the decorations they put on were later rearranged by Mrs Woodcock after they had gone to bed. The decorations were also traditional, glass balls, lametta and such like plus electric lights in the shape of candles. Atop the tree sat a fairy and on the branches immediately below her was a Santa Claus plus a couple of candy canes that had been sent to the Woodcocks some years ago by a relation in America.
This year young Trevor desperately wanted a Hornby Dublo electric train set. He knew such a present was far too big to go in the stocking he always hung at the end of his bed, but he also remembered that last year his Mum had told him that Santa would instead leave any presents that were too big to fit in his stocking under the tree. Indeed that had happened then as when the presents had been opened after dinner there had been the model garage he had wanted. So, he had told himself, this year the train set was bound to be under the tree.
And yet as Christmas Eve wore on the doubts began to grow in Trevor’s mind. He went to bed that night with his mind in turmoil and not surprisingly didn’t sleep well. He awoke early and everything was still all dark but he got out his little torch and climbed out of bed, careful not to disturb William. By the light of his torch he could see that Santa had been and filled his stocking, so partly reassured, he then made his way downstairs and into the lounge where stood the Christmas tree its lights shining brightly in the otherwise dark room.
Trevor switched off his torch and crept over to the tree. He could see lots of presents under it and a couple looked to him to perhaps be of the right size to contain a train set. He pulled one out, but was disappointed to find that it bore William’s name. Surely William wasn’t going to get a train set and not him? That would be most unfair of Santa. He put that one to one side and pulled out the other suitably sized one and on doing so was pleased to see this one had his name on it.
But what did it contain? He shook it but no sound could he hear. He simply had to know, but it was very well wrapped up and securely sealed with sticky tape. If he tried to undo it he was bound to make a mess of it and then his parents would know he had looked. And doing that would he knew result in a spanking. He didn’t get spanked very often as he was normally a good boy, but he definitely didn’t enjoy having his short trousers and pants taken down by his father before he was laid across his father’s knee and then his big hand went to work on his little bottom. To have a sore bottom on Christmas Day was not a good idea Trevor decided. Perhaps he would have to wait and hope after all.
Then as he went to put the parcel back where he had found it he spotted that on the back it had not been taped as well as on the front. There was a little gap and if he stuck his fingers in it he reckoned he could widen it a bit so he could shine his torch in and see what was written on the box. Just as he started to insert his fingers he felt a tap on his shoulder. He jumped in alarm – he hadn’t heard his father come into the room but now he had been discovered. He looked up, but standing there was not his father but a fairy dressed just like the one on top of the tree in a shimmering gold dress with long blonde hair down her back and gold shoes on her feet. She had touched him with her wand that held the Christmas star aloft.
“Naughty Trevor!” she said. “You know you must not look to see what Father Christmas has brought you. Your present will now have to go back to Santa’s grotto. I will arrange for the elves to collect it.”
Trevor was distraught – even though he didn't know that word. The idea of his present going back, especially if it was his train set, was too hard to take. He felt himself close to tears. But perhaps there was still hope, he had to try.
“But please kind fairy, I didn’t actually see the present. I still don’t know what it is, so do the elves have to take it back?”
The fairy thought for a moment before speaking again.
“Mmm… that sounds like a question Father Christmas himself will have to decide. Hocus, Pocus, Lokus, Jokus.”
Trevor didn’t have the faintest idea what those last words meant but suddenly standing alongside the fairy was Santa Claus and when Trevor looked up he saw neither the fairy nor Santa was now on the tree.
“Thank goodness you remembered not to include ‘Sokus’, said Santa Claus, “It took me ages to dry out the last time you did that.”
“What about me then?” responded the fairy? “I had far less on than you had. Soaked to the skin took on a whole new meaning! And my wand went all limp!”
“Yours wasn’t the only one,” said Santa with a strange chuckle in his voice.
Then the fairy and Father Christmas started talking to one another in a language Trevor didn’t understand at all, but finally the fairy turned to Trevor and said,
“Father Christmas has decided that you can keep the present, but to do so you will have to pay a penalty.”
On hearing the first part of the sentence Trevor had been delighted, but his delight turned to worry on hearing the second.
“What will the penalty be?” he asked in a shaky voice.
“You will have to trust Father Christmas and believe in him.” replied the fairy.
Trevor thought it over. He did believe in Father Christmas and he decided that he did trust him.
“I’ll take the penalty.”
“Ho! Ho! Ho!” said Father Christmas with a big twinkle in his eye.
“Hocus, Pokus, Lokus, Jokus” said the fairy and when Trevor looked Father Christmas now held in his right hand a candy cane, but this was not like the ones on the tree – it was much longer but not as thick, although still brightly coloured. He then looked up at the tree and sure enough one of the two canes was no longer in its rightful place.
“Now Trevor, you need to undo your pyjama trousers, take them off and then bend over and touch your toes. Father Christmas is going to cane you.”
“Ho! Ho! Ho!” said Father Christmas with an even bigger twinkle in his eye.
Trevor had heard about canes at his school. He knew sometimes some of the older boys got caned if they were very naughty and he knew it hurt. But he’d said he was going to take the penalty; he couldn’t change his mind now – could he?
His fingers fumbled with the cord around the waist of his pyjama trousers. He felt tears pricking his eyes, but he didn’t want to cry – not in front of Father Christmas and a fairy! Eventually he managed to undo the knot and his pyjama bottoms slid to the floor. He stepped out of them and suddenly his legs felt very cold. He went to bend over and as he did he saw a little snowman on one of the bottom branches of the tree. The snowman smiled at him and said,
“Remember the spell – all of it.”
Trevor bent over and touched his toes. He felt his pyjama jacket being lifted and slid over his back towards his shoulders. Now his bottom felt cold too and he shivered. He could feel the goose bumps all down both his legs.
“Ho! Ho! Ho!” he heard Father Christmas say.
In his new position bent over Trevor couldn’t see, but he thought he could just feel something very lightly tap his bottom. As it did he realised what the snowman had meant.
“Hocus, Pokus, Locus, Jokus, Sokus.” he exclaimed.
Immediately he did so he felt a wetness on his face. At the same time he heard the fairy say, “My wands gone all limp!”
“Donner und Blitzen - and so has my cane!” added Santa, along with a couple of other very unSanta like phrases.
And then he realised that the family's pet yellow Labrador 'Honey' had got into the bedroom and was licking his face like mad. The next moment he heard his mother telling 'Honey' to behave herself and get off the bed. Then he felt himself being shaken and heard his mother’s voice saying, “Happy Christmas Trevor! It's a white Christmas as it's been snowing. You and William will be able to build a snowman later!”
Trevor smiled happily; he'd never known a white Christmas, but today he was definitely going to build the best snowman ever.
“Come on, rise and shine” said his mother as she pulled back his eiderdown and sheets, before exclaiming, “Why on earth have you taken off your pyjama trousers?”
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