Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter 1

Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter 1 – Nigerian Christmas Story, Funny, Kidnap Santa Clause, Adventure, Children and Mischief, Free Web Novel, Fabling, Pam

Ebuka’s laughter faded, replaced by a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned in closer to his younger brother. “You see, Chukwuma,” he began, his tone serious despite the gleam in his eyes, “if you write a letter to Father Christmas and you’ve been good all year, he’ll bring you whatever you ask for. But…” He paused dramatically, watching his brother’s eager expression. “But we both know you haven’t exactly been a saint this year, right?”

Chukwuma nodded solemnly, not a hint of doubt clouding his youthful face. “So how do I get Father Christmas to give Daddy that kind of money?” he asked, his voice filled with determination.

Ebuka should have stopped there, ended the game, but he couldn’t resist the temptation to take it just a little further. He straightened up, and Chukwuma immediately followed suit, his attention unwavering.

“Look,” Ebuka continued, his voice dropping to a whisper as though sharing the greatest secret in the world. “I don’t know exactly how you can kidnap Father Christmas, but I do know this: if you manage to capture him, you have to hide him in the store downstairs. You know the one, right? The one nobody goes to because they can’t find the keys?”

Chukwuma nodded again, eyes wide with excitement.

“Well,” Ebuka said, reaching under the bed and pulling out a small, rusted key, “this is the key. When you kidnap Father Christmas, that’s where you should keep him. No one will find him there, not even me—I hardly ever go there, and I’ve got both keys. Just tie him up really well so he doesn’t escape, and then take his phone. You’ll need it to call Mother Christmas.”

Chukwuma’s brow furrowed. “How will I know which one is Mother Christmas’ number?”

Ebuka grinned, savouring the moment. “He’ll have it saved as ‘Mama’ or ‘Mother’ or something like that. Easy.”

“Thank you,” Chukwuma said, lying back down with a contented sigh, already planning the details of his daring mission. For a brief moment, Ebuka wondered if he’d taken things too far.

“And what if I fail?” Chukwuma asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Ebuka’s smile returned, mischievous as ever. “Then you’ll get nothing but a bag full of charcoal for Christmas.”

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