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And all the pond life were sitting around discussing the things that they wanted for Christmas.It was quite shivery weather being the middle of winter in that part of the world but Prince Bertie the Frog and his friends didnt mind about that. They were too excited thinking of things to ask Santa for.What are you wishing for Bertie? asked Tim the tadpole.Well my small friend said Bertie. I would like a new 60 giga-byte video Ipod personally engraved of course. And a new PlayStation 3 with loads of games to play. Maybe a Nintendo as well. Oh and perhaps a High definition flat panel TV. And and and….I would like one of the new Robo-Skateboarders because I have read it is this years must-have present and there will be a real shortage.Bertie had reeled off his Christmas list with great enthusiasm but then for a moment he felt a little bit sad. For you see when he was a prince and lived in the palace he used to get loads and loads of presents. But now hes a frog the most he can really look forward to for Christmas is a piece of green slime.And how about you Tim? asked Bertie.A pair of Wellington boots said Tim. A walking stick. Some socks. Maybe some jelly babies. And a copy of Cooking With Slime by Joly Oliver.We better not even ask Colin the Carp what he wants said Bertie.Oh just a fly trap as usual said Colin sounding a bit gloomy. And maybe if Santa can be bothered a copy of Dead Insects a la Carte by Graham Ramsey.And in a perfect world what would Santa bring for Sadie the Swan ? Bertie wondered out aloudSadie glided elegantly across the pond. I think Id rather ike a day at a luxury health spa she sighed. And some feather beauty treatments.And so Bertie said he was would write all the things they wanted down and make sure they were sent off to Santa in plenty of time for Christmas — and maybe just this time Santa would remember all the pondlife. After all there has to be a first time for everything.But he had counted without a very unexpected turn of events.Up at the Palace just a few days before Christmas the Wicked Queen princess Beatrices Step mother was in a terrible temper - even worse than usual.She was getting more and more stressed with all the preparations for the big day.There were presents to buy and wrap.And food to prepare.And all sorts of charitable acts for the poor people…which really didnt interest her very much.Right thats it she screeched one morning. Im totally fed up. Christmas is cancelled. Were not bothering this year…and Im going to ask that stupid old Santa just to send me a cheque instead.Now when everyone in the Palace heard this they were really quite upset because they were looking forward to Christmas so very much. But the wicked step-mother was absolutely determined. No No No Absolutely NOT. Christmas is OFF she shrieked over and over again. And if any little child so much as dare whisper merry Christmas Ill turn him into a beetle. And everyone did their best to stay out of her sight. Because you see secretly shes a witch and she might turn you into a creepy crawly just for fun so if hes in a bad mood its best to stay out of her way.Everyone was truly miserable but nobody more so than the Lovely Princess Beatrice because she especially loved Christmas. Most of all she liked helping the poor people and she doing kind thinbgs for little children and small fluffy animals…and she quite liked eating yummy-scrummy food and getting some presents herself.So she was terribly upset.And to calm herself down she went for a walk by the pond. But she couldnt stop herself from sobbing gentle sweet tears. She began to talk the creatures who lived on the pond and she didnt think for moment think that they might understand a word of what she was saying. Dear gentle swan she said. Funny-faced frog tiny tadpole and strangely grumpy looking fish do you not understand how sad I am now that the wicked Step-Mother has cancelled Christmas? Yes its true she wrote to Santa and asked him to pay a cheque into her bank account instead. oh Alas! It is as if my heart had been broken into a thousand tiny little bits….and I have no idea how to put it back together again.And wiping the tears from her eyes she went back to the Palace.Oh! sighed Bertie. This is truly terrible. I cant bear to see the lovely Princess Beatrice so upset. After all Im still officially engaged to be married to her royal loveliness. Something must be done.And so Bertie along with his friends hatched a cunning plan.They waited until the night of Christmas Eve.And when it was getting dark Bertie and Tim hopped onto Sadie the swans back. The mission was so important that even Colin the Carp wished them good luck.Sadie flapped her wings. It was a long time since she had flown anywhere and she had to flap and flap but finally she spread out her feathers and soared upwards into the night sky.Bertie was hanging onto her back…and Tim was hanging onto Bertie.Are we there yet? asked Tim nervously.I only wish said Bertie as he swayed around in the wind.Sadie flapped up and down up and down until they were flying over a near-by village.There! shouted Bertie.And Sadie flew down onto the rooftop skidding to a halt. Tim was very pleased to climb off and was already wondering if he could take a bus home since flying on a swans back was a bit scary.Well just wait right by this chimney said Bertie. And when Santa and the reindeer come along well tell him that hes not to listen to the silly old Wicked Step-mother and Ill order him to deliver presents to the Palace as usual.And then he paused to think for a bit. And to everyone on the pond as well of course.So Bertie and Tim and Sadie waited and waited. They got very cold and a bit peckish but they didnt complain because they knew it was very important to see Santa.Finally they saw the twinkling of moonbeams a silvery trail of stardust and Santas sleigh was coming into land.I saw him first I saw him first said Tim trying to jump up and down which is quite difficult when you havent got any legs.No I did boomed Bertie.It was me it was me squealed Tim.No Tim I…Not fair not fair not fair cried Tim. I never get to see anyone first.Now now boys it doesnt really matter who saw him first said Sadie. We just have to speak to Santa.The sleigh had already landed on the roof and a big jolly man with a red coat and a white beard was walking with a sack of presents towards the chimney.Whos that? asked Tim who really is a rather silly Tadpole.Bertie ignored him and went up to accost Santas reindeer.I say there my merry fellows said Bertie. I need to have word about a delivery.Well I dont know about that said the first reindeer. Youll have to talk to the boss.Its very urgent said Bertie.Oh urgent is it? said the reindeer. Its only Christmas Eve innit mate. Weve only got what three or four billion presents to deliver. And you start telling us your business is urgent.But….but…. spluttered Bertie.Well have you got anything for us? asked the reindeer.And not another mince pie and carrot said the next reindeer. Weve had a couple of million of them already and were fed up.I didnt actually think to bring you something said Bertie.No well nobody ever does. We deliver millions of presents around the world and nobody brings us nothing - unless its a mince pie.Bertie was starting to wonder if hes shouldnt put in an official complaint about the reindeers poor service when just then Santa himself popped back out of the chimney.Oh bother he said bending over and picking up Bertie. Looks like I dropped this little feller. Oh well never mind well just sling it in the next stocking. There must be some not-terribly well-behaved snotty nosed kid who deserves nothing better than a cheap looking toy frog .I-I-Im not a toy spluttered Bertie.Santa chuckled. A toy that talks - thats hardly original.Look here my good sir said Bertie putting on his grandest voice. Im Prince Bertie. From the Palace you know. Im merely in the form of a frog because my fiances step mother got rather cross with me once - well thats a long story - perhaps Ill tell it to you another timeWell be skipping the Palace this year said Santa. The Queen wrote to us personally and said she was cancelling Christmas this year and we were just to send a cheque and a large box of chocolates instead.Thats just it said Bertie. Its all been a terrible mistake. The lovely Princess Beatrice - shes my fiancee you know and the sweetest kindest creature who ever lived - is so terribly sad about Christmas being cancelled and so Ive come to ask you to put the Palace back on your route. If its not too much trouble…Santa stroked his long white beard. Cant be done he said firmly. Its all been inputed on the system you see. I cant go around changing it at the last minute.But Princess Beatrice will be so miserable said Bertie.Santa shook his head. Not as upset as the systems people will be if I start trying to change the rota. It simply cant be done.Bertie was starting to get so cross he was hopping from one foot to another. I have to insist he said.You can insist all you like my fine frog er Prince but rules are rules. Letters to Santa must be written three week in advance on one side of paper only and addressed to the North Pole. Chimneys must be a regulation six feet minimum and free of dangerous objects. Roofs must have a minimum width of twelve feet landing space for the reindeer. One mince pie must be left for Santa but no custard or harmful additives. Its all there in health and safety regulations mate.But its Christmas spluttered Bertie. Goodwill to all frogs and all that.Doesnt mean there arent rules to follow said Santa. If the Palace wants to go back on the list then they will have to apply to head office.Just then Sadie the swan walked across. She hissed her fiercest hiss and bared her sharp teeth. Youve never seen a crying Princess she said. Its enough to break any-ones hear. Now deliver a present.Santa backed away because Sadie was really quite scary when she got cross. I could I suppose said Santa. But Im afraid we havent got anything to give her.Nothing at all said Bertie.Santa shook his head. All these presents are spoken for he said. You wouldnt want some small child missing out because of you would you frog?.Now Bertie thought about it that didnt seem a terribly good idea. I know he said. Just take me. Ill be the present. 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