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I wrote this in 2008. At our house on Christmas Eve the family gathers together and I read The Night Before Christmas and we have added Zeds First Christmas to the evenings readings.  I am looking for a book publisher to turn Zeds First Christmas into a book similar to The Night before Christmas.

 

The cartoon below has now been colored using the computer program GIMP. It REALLY enables a cartoonist to turn out a crisp, clean and clear product.

Zeds First Christmas

By: Kevin Thrun ©

Christmas is a special time,

And has been now for years.

It’s full of songs of glory,

And stories fill our ears.

 

You’ve heard the ones of three wise men,

And Mary at the Inn.

From North to South and East to West,

They never seem to end.

 

We all do have our favorites,

The ones we send to friends.

And  some they come on Christmas cards,

Like ones that Grandma sends.

 

But long ago and far away,

Here’s one you’ve never heard.

About an Elf and Santa Clause,

That actually occurred.

 

So have a seat and settle in,

And open up your mind.

You’ll learn about a little Elf,

That Santa once did find.

 

Now where he came from, no ones knows.

Or where he might have been.

Is slightly still a mystery,

Or pin it down to when.

 

But on this day the snow it snowed,

Completely filled the sky.

The wind it blew as wind does blow,

And birds could barely fly.

 

He wondered up and down around,

The hills and valleys wide.

In search of just some simple way,

From cold and snow to hide.

 

While all of this was going on,

Old Santa had his day.

As always planned ahead of him,

Make toys to give away.

 

But this year letters children sent,

Requests were not the same.

They asked for wood toy soldiers,

And boats and trucks and planes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How could he build these toys of wood,

How could the Elf’s get done?

Not one of Santa’s helpers,

Believed it could be done.

 

Now back to why this story,

And a little Elf named Zed.

Who wondered far North of South,

Found warmth in Santa’s sled.

 

As Santa paced and paced some more,

His finger to his head.

He tried to think of ways to build,

Wood toys of blue and red.

 

Just then a reindeer made a noise,

Outback by Santa’s sleigh.

He quickly went to where it was,

And brushed the snow away.

 

With wind as cold as cold can be,

In Santa’s sleigh he found.

A little Elf tucked up inside,

Who barely made a sound.

 

He quickly picked up little Zed,

And carried him inside.

While warming slowly by the fire,

His eyes both opened wide.

 

Without a word as if he knew,

Just what he had to do.

He walked to Santa’s workshop,

For a hammer and some glue.

 

He first built one then two then three,

Before the day was done.

The room was filled from front to back,

He painted every one.

 

Oh Santa was so happy,

And Zed he looked so proud,

The room was filled from wall to wall

They all cheered right out loud.

 

This Christmas it was special,

Though not so he would boast.

But miracles upon this day,

Old Santa loves the most.

Long ago at the North Pole where it gets as cold as cold can be and where Mother Nature blows her strongest wind anywhere, Santa first met Zed. Zed as it turned out could build anything from wood and could paint them with the shiniest blues and the redest red.

This is the story of how they met…