This book tells the story of what happened one Christmas Eve when Blitzen et al came down with a cold and poor Santa was left in the lurch! Santa talked to a friendly whale who agreed to be piloted by the jolly elf so that children would receive their gifts. The Christmas Whale is a cute little children's story written in 1945... or is it? Believe it or not, the story is true, I have seen documentation of the events that lead up to this epic occasion, as well as the movements hence of the now famous creature. I am part of an amateur group that has been investigating the whereabouts of this friendly cetacean. After decades of reasearch we are convinced he resides in Lake Michigan trapped by man's makeover of his ancient realm. For
most of the year he is way up north by Canada and lumbers about Lake Superior, but in the dead of winter, when the northern waters freeze, he comes down to the warmer waters of Chicago. Long before I knew my wife I used to go out looking for him in December aboard the Red Witch. When you're in Chicago you can go whale watching on Friday nights aboard the Red Witch, I just probably wouldn't mention that you're looking for the Christmas Whale. Some day, I'll meet the creature, mammal a mammal, and look into his giant eye, look into his giant heart, to thank him and wish him Merry Christmas!
This is my favorite post yet...
Posted by: your wife | 01 December 2007 at 06:54 AM