In all the places, in all the countries, in all the major cities, even the little towns along the way, what were the odds that Santa would manage to barely miss a passing airplane and crash land here? Well, not that he had much choice; transatlantic travel always forced him to do the unexpected. Loop the loops, corkscrew twirls, even hitching rides for faster travel were always used. But currently air travel on this special night was going up, and it was sheer torture trying to find out where Mr. MacManus or Mrs. Charlene Hoopla had gone for the holidays. And so it occurred that Santa, being preoccupied with where Mr. MacManus had gone to was not looking where the reindeer were going. As such, they barely missed a plane, but were bounced around by the back draft of the engine as he looked back. A few reindeer had fainted ("Dancer, Prancer and Vixen again" grumbled Rudolf under his breath.)

Santa looked helplessly around, looking for a way to reduce the weight, attempting to kick himself for eating so many Christmas cookies left out by the good boys and girls. But he was failing miserably, for the fact being that his leg was a bit too portly to lift up to kick anything except perhaps a large bucket lying on the floor. And so Santa decided to just let the reindeer take control of the sleigh. "It's going to be a long night with the big man himself in the back, and a short team of 'deer'", grumbled Rudolf to Blitzen, who nodded in agreement. And so they flew onwards to a tiny speck of land in the distance. Bermuda.

In the distance, a little boy of about nine years old named Benji happened to glance out the window as he kept midnight watch for Santa. His eyes grew wide as he saw a band of flying reindeer come towards, travelling at a seemingly incredible speed. Three reindeer were limp; hanging in the harnesses, and in the back of the whole load was the man, Santa himself! And as Benji looked, and stared, he saw them going towards the entrance of Devonshire Bay. They landed, and Benji found himself overcome with exhilaration until it was too irresistible and he tiptoed out of the house to investigate.

Meanwhile, Santa stepped out of the sleigh and hoped that if anyone saw the sleigh landing they would just assume that it was another UFO. Those sorts of sightings seemed to be very popular nowadays. He started off towards the nearest house and deposited the gifts via a gift elf, the new top-of-the-line elf trained to take and deliver gifts at five times the normal speed of any other elf. He sent his remaining elves into the neighbouring houses, and delivered those gifts as well. He waddled back towards the sleigh as his elves sprinted back and jumped into his sack, one jumping on his shoulder just as he dropped the sack. There was a muffled "ouch!" as Santa looked at the elf in surprise. He had just received word from one elf that there was an almost total absence of decorations and only one tree had any pictures of Santa or even Santa's friend Jesus.

"What is going on?" exclaimed Santa. "This is Christmas! We're supposed to celebrate when Jesus was born, not the gifts! The gifts are certainly the fun part about Christmas, but His name is what makes it up! If it was Giftmas, then it would be about the gifts! My reindeer, we're going to have to do something to help these people realise what Christmas really is. Any ideas?" The reindeer just stared at him. "What?" asked Santa. The reindeer tossed his head and made an urgent grunting noise. He turned around and saw Benji staring curiously at him.

"Oh, hello little feller." Benji just stared with his mouth wide open. "Um, I don't really speak sigh language well, so if it's all right can we speak English?" Benji looked up at Santa with an ecstatic look on his face. " They told me you weren't real." He ran over and hugged Santa's midriff so hard Santa thought he was going to have to peel Benji off. "Well, as you see I most certainly am. And I'm the same guy as the one you see on top of City Hall. Ho, ho, ho it was quite dizzying up there very high up it was, indeed! Well, I do declare, you're up late! What are you doing out at this time of night?" Santa boomed. Benji looked slightly frightened and Santa immediately softened and gave him a cookie. "I was watching for you," Benji managed between mouthfuls of cookies. "I overheard you, and I think you're right. We need to let everyone know that Christmas isn't about gifts; it's about Jesus! I think I know just how to do this."

"Ho, ho, ho, "laughed Santa "I believe you've go it, by my elf, I do!"

And so Benji revealed his plan to give everyone a gift, but inside it would tell about the true meaning of Christmas. This way, everyone would learn, Santa would be happy, and the true meaning would live again. "It's worth a shot," said Santa, and he called on his elves and had them produce some paper. "Time to get to work!"

Half an hour later, Santa left carrying Benji as the three half roused reindeer groggily followed and were harnessed to the sleigh along with all the other reindeer. All the notes were attached to the gifts, and Santa and Benji were on their way. Ten hours later, and all presents delivered, Santa carried a sleeping Benji into his room. "I'd best hurry," whispered Santa, almost to himself "I'm certain that your mother will be up soon to make cassava pie. I only wish I could have a slice!"

Santa then squeezed out the large window and dropped heavily into the waiting sleigh. "Up, up and away!" shouted Santa over the noise of the jingling bells and the galloping of hooves. Benji rubbed his little eyes, looked out the window and saw his friend Santa rapidly disappearing into the horizon. He watched as the sleigh disappeared entirely from view. He watched until the sun spilled over the horizon, flooding his bedroom with glowing yellow light. He watched until the sun broke the horizon, and he could just barely hear the memory of Santa speaking to him in his mind, and then the smell of cassava pie broke his thoughts. He scampered out into the kitchen and began to munch. After breakfast, he looked under the tree. There were many boxes for his two brothers and sister, but there were none for him. He sadly made his way into his room, and saw a pile of presents sitting on his neatly folded bed, On top of them all was a note, which read:

Dear Benji,

Thank you ever so much for your idea! My friends down in Bermuda tell me that already people are getting back into the spirit. My good friend the priest of St. Michael's Church saw an outstanding amount of people today. Thank you so much for your help, and never forget the true meaning. Ho, ho, ho even gave me a warm fuzzy feeling from helping out! Anyway, Benji, my friend, I hope you enjoy these gifts. Mrs. Claus herself picked them out! Don't worry; it's not socks, or a woollen shirt or anything, I personally checked to see if you would like them before delivering them.

Merry Christmas

Santa

Benji smiled as he unwrapped toys he never would have received otherwise. He looked out the window and for the first time in a long time, prayed. The words just flowed out, and when he was finished, he smiled and began to play with the construction toys he had so long admired in the stores.

And so was the story, where every Christmas Eve, Santa visited Benji especially. Benji had children, three sons and one daughter and until this day, he swears Santa's landing is true. His youngest son, Benjamin, claims to have seen Santa as he flew by.

Santa eventually visited Benji one last time, and at the end of their meeting, he told Benji to tell Benjamin to watch out his window next Christmas Eve. Benji smiled and told his son, and waited to see what would happen. On Christmas Day, Benji smiled as he saw his son Benjamin squeal with delight in his bedroom, and he knew his friend Santa had helped his son as well.

In the end, Benji decided to write a story about his visit from Santa. He thoughtfully lay back in his chair and typed in the title: "Santa's Landing". His story was eventually published and circulated around the world al the story of a man and his visit from Santa.