A work of Flash fiction by Michael H. brownstein
Santa’s sleigh was ready.
The elves counted down: “Go!” they shouted. Santa gave the command for the reindeer to takeoff.
Nothing happened.
The reindeer strained, but they could not move the sleigh.
There was nothing to do but remove the large TV sets and computers.
Still the sleigh would not budge.
“OK,” Santa said, “get rid of the phones.”
The phones? There were so many phones, would there be enough time? Soon the phones were piled around the sleigh–and the sleigh took off easy as, yes, easy.
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