Leprechauns and spring.

OK, I had some trouble with my on-line service for awhile, but now I'm back. I know that St.Patrick's Day was last Friday, but I have this story that I just HAVE to share with you. I also have a spring spinoff story for you, and I'm sure that you'll like that one too. Well, here they are. Imagine your favorite news anchor saying...


"Leprechauns"
In Irish, Iowa, a little boy told his parents a very strange thing about his father’s barn. He said that he had seen leprechauns in that barn. When his parents asked him what he was talking about, he told them this story.
He had been in the barn doing his chores, when he noticed a leprechaun sitting on the shoulder of one of the cows. That leprechaun was saying some very strange things to the cow. He was telling that cow that the farmer and his boy didn’t really like her because they forced to eat grain all the time instead of grass. He also told her that eating daisies would make her head spin. The cow seemed to listen intently, believing every word the leprechaun said.
Well, the boy thought maybe he was hallucinating or something. He tried to remember back to lunch time, wondering if maybe he had eaten some strange mushrooms or something. He splashed his face in the cold water of the drink trough, hoping that would help, but it didn’t. Instead, he saw more leprechauns. They were sitting on the shoulders of all the cows, as well as the shoulders of the chickens, pigs, and goats. Right when he thought that he must be going crazy, he looked to one side and noticed that there was one sitting on his shoulder as well. "Hello there young man! I thought you would never look this way." said the leprechaun. The boy screamed and ran to the house where he told his parents the story.
His parents didn’t believe him at first, and accused him of telling outlandish stories that simply could not be true. Then, they heard a clatter on the back porch. When they went out there, they met a leprechaun standing next to a pot of gold. "Hello there! This gold is for you!" said the leprechaun. All three of them fainted, and when they woke up, the leprechauns were gone. However, the gold was still there.
Although all of them have told the same story to many people, nobody seems to believe them. Most people are suggesting that they just found the gold when they were digging out a basement on one of the working hand’s houses. At any rate, that family is now much richer, and they credit the leprechauns that no one can find.


"Spring Boy!"
In Slinky, Maine, there is a very confused little boy. He is very young, and he is just learning the difference between the four seasons. When his parents mentioned that spring is coming, he thought that he knew exactly what they were talking about. He responded, "Where? I don’t see a spring anywhere."
His parents tried to explain to him that they were talking about the season that comes after winter, when the weather begins to warm up, and the snow begins to melt. This young boy, although he tried to understand, just couldn’t figure it out.
To his parents great surprise, the boy did something interesting and creative the next day. They didn’t think anything of it while the little boy joined his dad in the garage while he worked on the car. The little boy often joined his dad, but always stayed back so that he wouldn’t get in the way or get hurt. This particular day though, the boy got looking around his dad’s garage and noticed to very large springs, and some rope. Without much hesitation, the boy grabbed the rope and the springs and tied the springs to the bottoms of his feet.
As the boy started jumping up and down on the springs, he began to shout, "Springs are coming! Springs are coming!" He bounced on those springs in a vigorous manner, and he was soon not only bouncing out of the garage, but down the street. His father began to run after him, but he just couldn’t catch up.
As the boy bounced down the quiet street, he began to jump harder. He wanted to see how high he could go. Within a few bounces, he was higher than most of the trees around him. He quickly got scared when he realized that he was bouncing over house tops. He tried to slow down, but the springs just kept on bouncing him. In desperation, he reached down and pulled the knots out of the ropes, and landed on top of a house across town.
The people who lived in the house came running out when they heard the big thump on their roof. When they saw that there was a little boy on their roof, they called 911, and the fire fighters came to help the boy down. Because the little boys parents had also called 911 when they couldn’t catch up with the bouncing springs, the policemen and fire fighters knew where to take him. He was soon reunited with his family.
When asked if the boy had enjoyed the ride on the springs, the boy said, "Yes, but I’ll never do that again!"

Seasonal Santa

Recently, my son told me that he only believed in Santa claus on Christmas. When I asked him if he believed in Santa the rest of the year (Just to make sure I understood him right) he said no. So that got me thinking. What would it be like if Santa really did exist for only one day a year? What would that be like? I think it might be something like this............. At the stroke of Midnight, something changes at the North Pole. All year long, the elves and Mrs. Clause are working hard to get ready for Christmas. They make toys, and hot chocolate, and Christmas cookies and so on. But at midnight on Christmas eve, everything changes with a flash of light. In his chair, Santa Claus suddenly appears. Because he has a lot to do, and so small an amount of time, he has to hurry. The elves have everything that he needs all ready for him by his chair. First, before he can leave, he has to check the list twice. It's a long list, so he gets started immediately, and he takes about thirty minutes checking the list before he gets frustrated and shouts, "Forget the list! I have work to do, and I've got to get started!" He immediately rushes to put on his suit, and runs as fast as a fat Santa can run, to get to the sleigh that is all ready and waiting for him. I could go through every detail of his take off and everything, but you can go read other stories for that kind of detail. Of course, he rushes quickly to make sure he can get to every house on his list that he checked 1 and a half times before morning. Being that he only had about 6 hours for every time zone, he had to go really fast. At about 8 or 9 AM North Pole time, Santa returns, very tired. I mean, he had to hurry. Being that Mrs. Claus hasn't seen her husband all year, she is anxiously waiting for the arrival of her husband, who finally has a chance to rest. After a quick debriefing from the head elf about what they want to do for the next year, it's off to lunch. Between lunch and dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Clause get some serious alone time. After all, Mrs. clause hasn't seen him for a year. This has always met some slight frustration from Mr. Clause, because to him, it feels like he only just saw her yesterday. In reality, he just ceased to exist for a year. Anyway, after about 6 hours of alone time, they have dinner, and Mr. Clause has to sleep. After all, he has to wake up at about 11:45 so he can sit in his chair to disappear for another year. He has to sleep sometime. At midnight on Christmas night, there are always tears from Mrs. Clause and some sad goodbyes. The elves and Mrs. Clause are always reminiscing about the days when Santa was always there. But now, thanks to the rule that Santa has to live forever, the elves are stuck with using the yearly disappearing chair to make sure that he doesn't age more than a day after one year. Of course that means that a year to Santa is more like 365 years to us. It also means that Santa gets Christmas for everyday that he exists. That means a lot of delivering presents, a lot of alone time with Mrs. Claus, and lots of cookies and milk. To Mrs. Claus, that's a raw deal. She only gets one day a year with her husband while he watches her age a year in a day, while always wishing she had more time with her husband. How many years willl it take before she starts thinking of being a naughty girl herself, by seeking out the elf who came up with this crazy idea. Before long, I think she would probably be glad to have her husband all year and be on the naughty list, without getting any presents, rather than put up with this aweful nightmare, year after year. So, let's ask the elves. Whose idea was this anyway?