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On the night of 24th December, Christmas Eve, the residents of Bauble Avenue were woken up by the cries of help coming from the chimney of number 12. Every child and parent stepped out into the street to see what the noise was, and each of them stared up in horror at the scene; Santa Claus had gotten stuck in the chimney. His feet swung about in the air as he tried to free himself yet he failed to get himself out. Some of the local residents found the tallest ladder they owned and attempted to climb up to the chimney to pull him out, unfortunately the ladder was not tall enough to reach the roof. It is believed that Santa put on weight over the past year. As it was found that more and more people have been leaving mince pies out on the Eve of the celebration, and that Santa does not have enough time in the year between making presents and looking after his reindeer to work off all the sugary treats he consumes that night.

What perhaps upset the residents most was Santa’s cries; “You boys and girls won’t get any toys if you don’t pull me out.” after which Father Christmas began to sneeze.

Mothers began to take their distraught children inside to keep them away from the scene, or tried to comfort them and to dry their tears at what Santa had just said. “It’s just awful. It was such a quiet night, not even our pet mice were stirring,” One mother reported, “Santa got stuck in that chimney by himself, and the poor children should not have to suffer because of it.” However, some mothers were sympathetic towards the well-known figure and assured their children that they would still receive their presents for Christmas Day.

“We need to help him out, not to stand here and debate over his words,” Mother of two told us, “It’s not about the presents. It’s about working as a community and doing something to make the world a better place.”

The fire fighters arrived about twenty minutes after the residents discovered that Santa was stuck in the chimney, and they were able to pull him out safely, however it required three of them to pull him out. Once Santa had been rescued, he was brought down into the garden and given a glass of whiskey to calm him down. “It was scary, in there,” Santa Claus told us once he had finished his drink, “I couldn’t see anything in there, even my beard was black. My nose was tickling too.” He even showed us the inside of his sack, which was full of presents but the wrapping on them was covered in the black soot. Mothers and fathers were pleased Santa had been pulled out, and few were even heard asking if they were on the ‘good child’ list. “Well, it’s still a bit of fun to get your presents,” One father told us after just asking Santa himself, “I never grew out of it. And whether I’m on the list or not? Well, he tried to look for my name, but the list is covered in soot as well, so my wife’s trying to brush the soot off now.”

The children were coming back out of their homes once more now that their hero had been rescued and took turns to sit on his knee to tell him what they had hoped for before he gave them their presents. “I’m happy Santa’s free,” one nine-year old girl told us, “I was scared when he said we’d get no presents, but Santa’s a good guy really.”

“I didn’t even expect a present,” One happy boy told us as he showed his present off to his parents, “Mummy would always tell me I’d be on the naughty list if i didn’t keep my room tidy. I did keep my room tidy, but I was always worried that it wasn’t tidy enough for Santa.”

Once Santa had fully recovered, the fire fighters helped him back onto the roof where he reindeer were. He left the avenue’s presents with the family members on the ground, not wanting to risk getting stuck in one of their chimneys again, and he called out to his reindeer to fly on to the next place to deposit the presents. The children chanted the reindeers’ names as they waved him a good night and a Merry Christmas. “It’s the first time I’ve ever had to help Santa out,” One eager fire fighter laughed once he was back on the ground, “It was a night to remember. I hope he remembers me next year!”

 

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When Paul Ecke III inspects his business operations, the effect is like Moses parting the Red Sea. Washed in the milky light peculiar to greenhouses, Ecke glides through an ocean of crimson: ‘Red Satin’, ‘Red Baron’, and, of course, ‘Freedom’.

Ecke pauses to admire one especially pulchritudinous example of this last specimen. “‘Freedom’ is our Michael Jordan,” he says. “It is as good at what it does as Michael Jordan is.”

‘Freedom’ is a poinsettia. If as you read this you have a holiday poinsettia lurking nearby, you have Paul Ecke III and his family to thank.

Euphorbia pulcherrima played a large role in my childhood Christmases. I grew up in Ventura, a Southern California town that styled itself “The Poinsettia City by the Sea.” Out of civic duty, residents annually acquired poinsettias by the truckload, until it seemed to me the flower must have been part of Christmas since the time of the original St.

Nicholas.

The reality is different, I find when I visit the Paul Ecke Ranch, in Encinitas on the San Diego County coast.

“The poinsettia was named for Joel Poinsett,” Ecke tells me. “He was the first American ambassador to Mexico.” In 1828, Ecke explains, Poinsett noticed the plant growing near Taxco and sent it home to South Carolina. It might have remained mere botanical novelty were it not for Ecke’s ancestors.
When Paul Ecke III inspects his business operations, the effect is like Moses parting the Red Sea. Washed in the milky light peculiar to greenhouses, Ecke glides through an ocean of crimson: ‘Red Satin’, ‘Red Baron’, and, of course, ‘Freedom’.

Ecke pauses to admire one especially pulchritudinous example of this last specimen. “‘Freedom’ is our Michael Jordan,” he says. “It is as good at what it does as Michael Jordan is.”

‘Freedom’ is a poinsettia. If as you read this you have a holiday poinsettia lurking nearby, you have Paul Ecke III and his family to thank.

Euphorbia pulcherrima played a large role in my childhood Christmases. I grew up in Ventura, a Southern California town that styled itself “The Poinsettia City by the Sea.” Out of civic duty, residents annually acquired poinsettias by the truckload, until it seemed to me the flower must have been part of Christmas since the time of the original St. Nicholas.

The reality is different, I find when I visit the Paul Ecke Ranch, in Encinitas on the San Diego County coast.

“The poinsettia was named for Joel Poinsett,” Ecke tells me. “He was the first American ambassador to Mexico.” In 1828, Ecke explains, Poinsett noticed the plant growing near Taxco and sent it home to South Carolina. It might have remained mere botanical novelty were it not for Ecke’s ancestors.

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• Gifts