Speaker 1: Welcome friends to a holiday tale like no other. Tonight,
Speaker 1: We're going deep into the frosty wilderness, where the glow
Speaker 1: of Christmas magic collides with an ancient mystery hidden among
Speaker 1: the pines. It's a story of wonder, courage, and unlikely friendships,
Speaker 1: a story that proves even the most impossible challenges can
Speaker 1: be overcome with a little faith and a lot of heart.
Speaker 1: Picture this. It's Christmas Eve. The world is tucked under
Speaker 1: a blanket of snow, and Santa Claus is high in
Speaker 1: the sky, guiding his sleigh full of gifts across the globe.
Speaker 1: The reindeer are strong, the stars are bright, and everything
Speaker 1: seems perfect. But then disaster strikes. Santa's sleigh crashes deep
Speaker 1: in the forest, far from any town, with no way
Speaker 1: to call for help. It seems Christmas itself might be lost.
Speaker 1: But in the shadows of the evergreens, an unexpected ally
Speaker 1: emerges a legend, a myth, a towering figure with a
Speaker 1: heart as big as the forest itself. That's right, this
Speaker 1: is the tale of Santa and the Sasquatch who saved Christmas.
Speaker 1: Together they embark on a journey filled with twists, turns,
Speaker 1: and just the right sprinkle of holiday magic. So grab
Speaker 1: your cocoa, settle in by the fire, and get ready
Speaker 1: to join us for an unforgettable Christmas adventure. Because this,
Speaker 1: dear listeners, is where the story truly begins. From all
Speaker 1: of us here at the Paranormal World Productions family, me,
Speaker 1: your humble host, Danny, Wayne Tiffany, and the rest of
Speaker 1: our amazing family. To you and yours. We wish you
Speaker 1: all a safe, happy, and very merry Christmas. It was
Speaker 1: a crisp Christmas Eve, the stars glittering like diamonds over
Speaker 1: the snowy peaks of Alaska. Santa Claus and his trusty
Speaker 1: team of reindeer were making great time swooping through the
Speaker 1: skies and delivering joy to the world. The sleigh was
Speaker 1: piled high with brightly wrapped presence. Santa hummed a merry
Speaker 1: tune as his sleigh soared through the frosty Alaskan sky,
Speaker 1: the stars twinkling above him. The reindeer pulled with strength
Speaker 1: and precision, their bells jingling cheerfully below. The vast wilderness
Speaker 1: stretched in every direction, a blanket of untouched snow glistening
Speaker 1: in the moonlight. But suddenly, a powerful gust of wind
Speaker 1: swept through the sky, rattling the sleigh. Santa's beard whipped
Speaker 1: around his face and he gripped the reins tightly. Easy there, team,
Speaker 1: steady as she goes. The wind howled again, this time
Speaker 1: with a fierce, biting cold that seemed to cut through
Speaker 1: even Santa's thick red coat. The sleigh jolted violently, and
Speaker 1: a loud crack rang out. Santa twisted in his seat
Speaker 1: and saw with dismay that the left runner of the
Speaker 1: sleigh had splintered, sending a cascade of golden sparks flying
Speaker 1: into the night. Oh dear, Santa, exclaimed, his jolly demeanor,
Speaker 1: giving way to concern. Dasher, Pull right, comet, Slow us down, Rudolph,
Speaker 1: light the way carefully now, But the situation only grew worse.
Speaker 1: The cracked runner caused the sleigh to tilt precariously, making
Speaker 1: it harder for the reindeer to maintain their rhythm. Santa's
Speaker 1: sack of presence shifted dangerously, spilling a few brightly wrapped
Speaker 1: packages into the wind. Hold tight, everyone, Santa shouted, trying
Speaker 1: to steer the sleigh back on course. The sleigh began
Speaker 1: to lose altitude rapidly. The broken runner, acting like a
Speaker 1: drag choot, slowing them unevenly. The reindeer strained against their harnesses,
Speaker 1: their breath steaming in the cold night air. Rudolf's glowing
Speaker 1: nose flickered as he struggled to lead the team through
Speaker 1: the turbulent winds. With a final lurch, the sleigh dipped
Speaker 1: toward the snowy forest below. Santa's heart pounded. Brace yourselves,
Speaker 1: he called out. The sleigh skimmed the tops of the
Speaker 1: pine trees, scattering snow and needles in every direction. With
Speaker 1: a deafening thump, it slammed into a small clearing, skidding
Speaker 1: wildly across the snow. The sleigh tipped onto its side
Speaker 1: as one of the harness straps snapped and Santa was
Speaker 1: tossed into a snowbank. With a muffled poof, the reindeer
Speaker 1: landed in a heap, their harnesses tangled. Rudolph let out
Speaker 1: a sharp cry of pain as he stumbled and collapsed,
Speaker 1: his front leg bent awkwardly beneath him. Santa scrambled to
Speaker 1: his feet, brushing snow off his coat and row, wishing
Speaker 1: to his beloved reindeer, Rudolph, are you all right? Sanna asked,
Speaker 1: his voice filled with worry. Rudolph whimpered softly, his glowing
Speaker 1: nose dim as he tried to lift his injured leg.
Speaker 1: Oh my boy, Santa murmured, stroking Rudolph's fur gently. He
Speaker 1: turned to check on the other reindeer, who were shaken
Speaker 1: but unharmed, then surveyed the damage to the sleigh. The
Speaker 1: broken runner was completely shattered, and one of the harness
Speaker 1: buckles had snapped clean off His sack of presents, though
Speaker 1: still mostly intact, lay spilled across the snow. Sanna sank
Speaker 1: to his knees, the weight of the situation settling heavily
Speaker 1: on his shoulders. What am I going to do, he
Speaker 1: muttered to himself. Christmas depends on this sleigh. Without it,
Speaker 1: I can't deliver the presence. As Santa fretded, a low
Speaker 1: rumbling noise echoed through the forest. He froze, straining his ears.
Speaker 1: The sound came again, deeper this time and closer. It
Speaker 1: was like a but not an unfriendly one. The hairs
Speaker 1: on the back of Santa's neck prickled. He turned toward
Speaker 1: the sound and saw two glowing amber eyes watching him
Speaker 1: from the shadows. Who's there? Santa called, standing tall and
Speaker 1: trying to sound brave. The rumbling grew louder, and the
Speaker 1: snow crunched under heavy footsteps. Then, emerging from the shadows
Speaker 1: came a massive, shaggy figure. Santa's eyes widened in astonishment.
Speaker 1: Could it be, he whispered. The creature stepped fully into
Speaker 1: the clearing, its enormous frame towering over Sanna. It was
Speaker 1: a sasquatch, its thick hair shimmering faintly in the moonlight.
Speaker 1: Behind it came a slightly smaller sasquatchan a young one.
Speaker 1: Their eyes curious but not threatening. Santa stared in awe,
Speaker 1: his mouth hanging open. Well, I'll be jingle belled, he muttered,
Speaker 1: it's really you. The big sasquatch stepped forward, his amber
Speaker 1: eyes glowing in the moonlight. You must be Santa Claus,
Speaker 1: he said, in a deep, rumbling voice. I've heard tales
Speaker 1: about you. Santah blinked in surprise. You you know who
Speaker 1: I am. The sasquatch grinned, of course, I'm Gronk. This
Speaker 1: is my mate Marara and our son Pip. He gestured
Speaker 1: to the smaller sasquatch, who was carrying an armful of
Speaker 1: pine cones and a carved wooden toy shaped like a bird.
Speaker 1: Mara stepped closer, her expression softening as she saw Rudolph
Speaker 1: lying in the snow. Your reindeer is hurt, she said gently.
Speaker 1: He'll need care. Sanna nodded, yes, he's injured from the crash.
Speaker 1: But forgive me. I thought sasquatches were only legends. Gronk chuckled,
Speaker 1: a sound like distant thunder. Funny, We've always thought the
Speaker 1: same about you, Mara smiled. Our kind tells stories of
Speaker 1: a man in red who flies through the sky with reindeer,
Speaker 1: bringing joy to the world, but we didn't believe it
Speaker 1: was true until tonight. Pip bounced excitedly, pointing at the sleigh.
Speaker 1: You really fly with that, Santa laughed, his belly shaking.
Speaker 1: I do, indeed, or at least I used to, until
Speaker 1: I crashed here, he sighed, gesturing to the broken sleigh.
Speaker 1: I don't suppose you'd know how to repair a magical runner.
Speaker 1: Gronk exchanged a look with Mara. We might, he said.
Speaker 1: Our family has lived here for generations. We know the
Speaker 1: land and its treasures. Santa chuckled, stroking his beard. You know,
Speaker 1: when I was much younger, well before I was Santa Claus,
Speaker 1: I heard tales of great, hairy creatures who roamed the
Speaker 1: wildest parts of the world. Back then, I didn't believe
Speaker 1: they were real. I thought they were just stories meant
Speaker 1: to entertain children on long snowy nights. Pip stepped closer,
Speaker 1: his eyes wide with interest. Santa continued warming to his tail. Once,
Speaker 1: when I was just an apprentice toy maker in the
Speaker 1: North Pole, I found an old book about mythical creatures.
Speaker 1: There was a whole chapter about you, describing how you
Speaker 1: lived in hidden valleys and snowy forests, keeping away from humans.
Speaker 1: The book said that you were kind, wise, and fiercely
Speaker 1: protective of your families. But I still wasn't sure if
Speaker 1: I believed it. After all, I'd never seen a sasquatch myself.
Speaker 1: But one night, long before I had reindeer or a sleigh,
Speaker 1: I was delivering toys on foot to a remote village.
Speaker 1: It was snowing hard and the path was treacherous. Suddenly
Speaker 1: I slipped and tumbled down a hill. I thought i'd
Speaker 1: freeze before I got back up. Just as I was
Speaker 1: losing hope, I saw enormous footprints in the snow leading
Speaker 1: to a cave. When I followed them, I found fresh
Speaker 1: berries and a warm fire, as if someone or something
Speaker 1: had left them there just for me. I never saw
Speaker 1: who it was, but I always wondered if it was
Speaker 1: a Sasquatch looking out for a clumsy young toy maker.
Speaker 1: Pip looked up at Santa with wide, sparkling eyes and
Speaker 1: tugged at his red coat, chattering excitedly. Santa crouched down,
Speaker 1: looking the young one in the eye. You remind me
Speaker 1: of the children I visit every year, Santa said, gently, curious,
Speaker 1: full of wonder, and full of good cheer. It's wonderful
Speaker 1: to meet you all. At last, the Sasquatches and Santa
Speaker 1: shared a warm moment of understanding their shared histories as legends,
Speaker 1: bringing them closer together. Santa's heart swelled with gratitude. Thank you,
Speaker 1: my friends. Together, we'll make sure Christmas is saved. As
Speaker 1: the family led Santa toward their hidden cave, Pip skipped ahead,
Speaker 1: tossing snowballs in the air and making little joyful growls.
Speaker 1: Santa chuckled to himself, marveling at the magic of the moment.
Speaker 1: Here in the snowy wilderness of Alaska, two legends had
Speaker 1: finally met, not as myths, but as friends. Sana the
Speaker 1: Reindeer and the Sasquatch family walked through the snowy forest
Speaker 1: until they reached a hidden cave. Inside it was surprisingly warm,
Speaker 1: with the flicker of a fire casting long shadows on
Speaker 1: the walls. The Sasquat has had a work bench covered
Speaker 1: in tools and an assortment of strange and beautiful objects
Speaker 1: crafted from wood, stone and ice. As Sanna and the
Speaker 1: Sasquatch family gathered in the warm glow of the cave,
Speaker 1: the big Sasquatch Gronk studied the broken sleigh runner carefully.
Speaker 1: His hair glistened with melted snow as he ran a
Speaker 1: massive hand over the fractured piece, his amber eyes narrowing
Speaker 1: in concentration. His mate Mara crouched beside Rudolph, whose red
Speaker 1: nose flickered faintly like a fading lantern. Their son Pip
Speaker 1: buzzed with energy, darting around the cave and gathering tools
Speaker 1: from every corner. This is going to be a challenge,
Speaker 1: Sanna admitted, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. The sleigh's magic is
Speaker 1: tied to its parts. Without my north pole tools, I
Speaker 1: don't know how we'll repair it. Gronk straightened up, his
Speaker 1: voice deep but steady. We can help. Our family knows
Speaker 1: these woods and the magic it holds, but we'll need
Speaker 1: to split up to gather what's needed. Maraa nodded and added,
Speaker 1: while you and Gronk handled the repairs, I'll stay here
Speaker 1: with Rudolph. He'll need care before he can fly again.
Speaker 1: Thank you, Mara, Santa said, his voice filled with gratitude.
Speaker 1: I don't know what I'd do without you. Pip hopped
Speaker 1: eagerly on the spot. What about me? What do I do?
Speaker 1: Gronk smiled, the corners of his mouth curling slightly under
Speaker 1: his thick hair. You're coming with us, Pip, You'll have
Speaker 1: an important job. He turned to Santa. Ready lead the way, Gronk,
Speaker 1: Santa said, grabbing his coat, let's save Christmas. While Gronk, Pip,
Speaker 1: and Santa left to gather materials, Mara turned her full
Speaker 1: attention to Rudolph. The reindeer's injured leg lay awkwardly beneath him,
Speaker 1: and he winced as Maraa gently pressed around the swollen area.
Speaker 1: You'll be okay, Mara said softly, her voice warm and soothing,
Speaker 1: She moved to a shelf carved into the stone wall
Speaker 1: of the cave and selected bundles of dried herbs. A
Speaker 1: little rest, a little healing magic, and you'll be good
Speaker 1: as new. She crushed a handful of frost mint leaves
Speaker 1: between her palms, releasing a sharp cooling aroma, and added
Speaker 1: glowing berries to the mix. The result was a shimmering
Speaker 1: pace that Mara applied carefully to Rudolph's leg. She wrapped
Speaker 1: it with strips of soft bark that Pip had gathered
Speaker 1: earlier her hands. Working with practiced skill, Rudolph led out
Speaker 1: a soft snort, his nose glowing slightly brighter. Sana, returning
Speaker 1: briefly to check on the progress, was amazed. You're a healer, Mara,
Speaker 1: he asked. She glanced up with a modest smile. It's
Speaker 1: a skill passed down in our family. Healing is a
Speaker 1: gift of the forest. Well, it's a gift indeed, Santa said,
Speaker 1: tipping his hat. Thank you, Mara. We'll nead his light
Speaker 1: before the night is through. Gronk led Santa deep into
Speaker 1: the forest, his powerful strides crunching through the snow. He
Speaker 1: scanned the towering trees until he found a silver birch
Speaker 1: that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. This one, Gronk said,
Speaker 1: resting a hand on the trunk. It's strong, flexible, and
Speaker 1: has a touch of magic. Gronk unsheathed a sharp stone
Speaker 1: blade from his belt and began chopping. The rhythmic thwack
Speaker 1: thwack echoed through the forest. But as the tree began
Speaker 1: to fall, a low growl broke through the air. Santa froze,
Speaker 1: his eyes widening as a massive bear lumbered into the clearing.
Speaker 1: Stay back, Gronk said, calmly. Stepping between Santa and the bear,
Speaker 1: he puffed out his chest and let out a thunderous roar,
Speaker 1: shaking the branches overhead. The bear hesitated, then backed away, slowly,
Speaker 1: deciding it wasn't worth the challenge. Impressive, Santa said, his
Speaker 1: voice filled with admiration. Gronk chuckled, Sometimes size has its advantages. Meanwhile,
Speaker 1: Pip scurried ahead of Santa to a grove of enchanted trees,
Speaker 1: their branches dripping with glistening eye shards. These hold the
Speaker 1: magic we need, Pip called, his voice ringing with excitement.
Speaker 1: A tree with ease, his sharp claws gripping the icy bark.
Speaker 1: High in the branches, he spotted a glowing shard of
Speaker 1: magical ice, but as he reached for it, the branch
Speaker 1: groaned under his weight. Be careful, Pip, Santa called, his
Speaker 1: heart racing. Pip glanced down with a mischievous grin. Don't worry, Santa,
Speaker 1: I've got this. He shifted his weight carefully, stretched his
Speaker 1: arm further, and snapped the shard free. Climbing down, he
Speaker 1: handed the ice to Santa with a triumphant smile. You're
Speaker 1: a brave one, Pip, Santa said, clapping the young Sasquatch
Speaker 1: on the back. While Gronk and Pip collected their materials,
Speaker 1: Sana wandered to a grove where golden sap dripped from
Speaker 1: tree trunks. The sap, known in legend as starbinder, was
Speaker 1: a magical adhesive used to hold enchanted objects together. Sana
Speaker 1: pulled out a tin and began collecting it carefully. A
Speaker 1: sudden gust of wind swirled around him, carrying whispers that
Speaker 1: sounded like voices. Santa paused, looking around nervously. The shadows
Speaker 1: of the forest seemed to shift and move, but when
Speaker 1: he squinted, they disappeared, just tricks. Of the forest, he muttered,
Speaker 1: shaking his head. He filled the tin and hurried back
Speaker 1: to the cave. Back in the cave, the family reunited
Speaker 1: with their treasures. Gronk carried the silver birch, Pip held
Speaker 1: the magical ice, and Santa brought the golden sap. Maraa
Speaker 1: had finished tending to Rudolph, who stood proudly, his nose
Speaker 1: glowing brightly. Once more, Let's get to work, Gronk said,
Speaker 1: his voice firm but enthusiastic. Mara shaved the magical ice
Speaker 1: quartz with a sharp stone, shaping it into a sleek runner.
Speaker 1: It needs to be precise, she explained, or the magic
Speaker 1: won't hold. Gronk heated the golden sap over the fire,
Speaker 1: creating a sticky, glowing adhesive. Pip eagerly handed Santa bolts
Speaker 1: and fasteners made from enchanted wood. Santa worked alongside them,
Speaker 1: tightening the bolts by hand as Maraa attached the run
Speaker 1: to the sleigh. The teamwork was seamless, each of them
Speaker 1: contributing their unique skills. As the final piece clicked into place,
Speaker 1: the sleigh glimmered with restored magic. Santa stepped back, his
Speaker 1: eyes shining with gratitude. You've done it, he said, You've
Speaker 1: saved Christmas. Ho ho ho. We've got to go, Santa said,
Speaker 1: climbing into the sleigh. But wait, you deserve something special.
Speaker 1: He reached into his sack and pulled out three gifts.
Speaker 1: For Gronk, he gave a finely carved axe handle made
Speaker 1: of enchanted wood from Marra, a string of shimmering lights
Speaker 1: that glowed like the northern stars. And for young Pip,
Speaker 1: he handed over a mechanical snow globe that played a soft,
Speaker 1: tinkling melody. Pip hugged Santa's leg tightly, and the family
Speaker 1: waved as the sleigh soared back into the sky. Santa's
Speaker 1: new runner worked like a charm. The sleigh zipped through
Speaker 1: the night faster than ever, and Santa managed to deliver
Speaker 1: all the presents just in time. As he returned to
Speaker 1: the nor pole, he couldn't stop thinking about the Sasquatch family.
Speaker 1: Perhaps I should stop in Alaska more often, Santa chuckled
Speaker 1: to himself, stroking his beard. From that night, on every
Speaker 1: Christmas Eve, Santa would leave a small gift in the
Speaker 1: clearing where he had landed, a token of gratitude for
Speaker 1: his big hairy friends, and somewhere deep in the Alaskan wilderness,
Speaker 1: the Sasquatch family would gather around their fire, sharing stories
Speaker 1: about the magical night they helped Santa Claus and saved Christmas.
Speaker 1: S something, something that the