Santa's Secret's: The Story That Can; Never Be Read
Wm. G. Thilgen Jr. (Billl)
Santa’s Secret's:
The Story That Can;
Never Be Read
by Wm. G. Thilgen Jr. (Billl)
in collaboration with Patte
Santa’s Secret's:
The Story That Can;
Never Be Read
by Wm. G. Thilgen Jr. (Billl)
edited by Patte
Copyright © 2012 by Wm. G. Thilgen Jr. (Billl)
All rights reserved.
Dedicated To
Patte
&
☼
To
myne
daughter
Heather and
myne son Nathan
for believing in truths.
My nephews Douglas and
Jacob for they reminded me of
myne youth. To myne grand kids:
Rosa, Jose, Victoria, Vannesa, Alicyn,
Chompy, Aaron, Alex, Kikin, Avich, Sophi,
Kaleb & Arina, they really give a darn. All the
truckers that every crossed my path and had to listen
to my yarn.
Most
of all,
Santa
Claus
and all
his elves.
Foreword
William Guy Thilgen Jr. (Billl) is a 64 year young retired former native of St. Paul, Minnesota U.S.A. commonly known as the Twin Cities. Now living in Mazatlan, Sinaloa, Mexico. William is the middle child of seven, with three older half- sisters, two younger brothers and a baby sister.
Prior to his retirement, he followed in his grandfather's footsteps as a professional truck driver. A career that allowed him to see parts of the country, taste various foods and to partake in a variety of adventures whenever he would happen across them. During those years he considered himself to be a professional tourist.
As an interstate truck driver he spent a lot of time driving from here to there and back again. He had many long hours with nothing to do but gaze out the windshield and watch the world go by. Some drivers, not all, would occupy their time by listening to the conventional AM/FM radio or their audio tape machines (CD players had not yet been invented). Some, not all, would spend time talking on the citizen band radio, aka CB. William was one of those drivers.
William attributes his imagination and story-telling ability to the fact that, like most children during his youth, he grew up in a large family in a small house with no room to play indoors. Most children of that era grew up playing outdoors. He and his friends would spend hours and hours outside finding things to do, and on occasion making up our own adventures.
As he aged he came to view life as series of adventures. It was on one such adventure in the winter of 1994;
He met Patte!
Preface
I don't mean in any way to debunk or defame the story of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. But just for a moment, imagine the possibility, that maybe it was a little different than we've been told. In my rendition of the story you will find magic, truths, brotherly love, and the answer to the question that children of all ages have asked since the myth began:
How do reindeer fly?
My story consist of two young boys. The first boy is: 8-year-old Nathan, he is a boy that is full of excitement and joy and likes to have fun, a boy who loves his grandfather and is enthralled by the wonderful story his grandfather tells one Thanksgiving night.
The second is Bobby, a character in Grandfather’s story, who partakes on an exciting adventure with his truck driving uncle; an adventure that takes him first to a secret warehouse where his uncle picks up a most unusual load and then to the North Pole, where Bobby meets Santa and his elves and makes an incredible discovery in the barn where the reindeer sleep.
TEASE:
Eight year old Nathan awakes Thanksgiving Day morning quite excited about his grandfather coming to dinner.
At bedtime Nathans grandfather reads him a story from a book about a young boys adventure with his Uncle on a trip to the North Pole where he meets Santa Clause and discovers what make reindeer fly and other secrets.
After his grandfather leaves the room Nathan accidentally knocks the book onto the floor and discovers that the book his grandfather had just read from is filled with blank pages.
Author's Preface
To whom it may concern:
I am introducing quite possibly the most radical and conceptually different way of marking and publishing a book unlike anything that has ever been done. Coming from a complete unknown author it will be quite a challenge. (When I wish upon a star) I wish to find an agent and or publisher that is looking for something new and exciting and would pick up my story and marketing strategy and run with it.
This is the first of two books in English (Spanish version coming soon) with the same exact title. This book primary function is to be read by individuals of any age for their own enjoyment and or read it to a child and or children.
The second is not a different version but a whole new radically different concept.
The second books cover also in English (Spanish version coming soon) with the same title contains nothing but blank pages; its primary function is to be found by the child and or children. Should you have read the first version, you will understand how the blank version is marketable. The first version (including the text) is a stand alone item, it is an excellent tale. The second version (blank) needs the first to work.
I am also looking for an illustrator; obviously an illustrated version would stand on its own merit. Obviously both the text with or without the blank version as well as the illustrated version are extremely time sensitive. The end product would have to hit the shelves running on or before Thanks Giving Day.
Grandpa’s Visit
It was Thanksgiving Day when Nathan awoke, and he was very thrilled about it. He jumped out of bed, got dressed, and went downstairs to get himself something to eat. His mother was in the kitchen preparing the holiday dinner. They were expecting the relatives to come for supper later, some he hadn’t seen since last year. But most of all, Nathan was really looking forward to the visit from his grandfather. He was very excited about that!
Nathan asked his mother “Is there anything I can do to help?” Finding that there really wasn’t, he went into the living room to watch TV. But there was nothing on except normal weekday talk shows, some soap operas, sports, and a parade with big balloons.
Nathan sat and wondered what things could a boy with nothing to do, do? He thought of this and that for a while. Then he thought of that and this. Not being able to make up his mind, he asked his mother if it would be okay to go outside and play. “That would be fine,” she replied. “But I need you to dress up warmly, you know. It’s cold, it’s windy, and it’s damp outside, playing in the snow.”
So Nathan got all dressed up nice and warm and set outside to stay. He went to all his friends’ homes to see if they could play. All his friends were feeling blue; there was nothing they could do. Their parents said they were all quite sick, and probably had the flu. And if Nathan were to come inside, he’d probably get it too!
Nathan set out exploring, to see what he could see. He took a step upon some ice and landed on his knee. There was some snow on the grass. There was some in a tree. He went on exploring, to see what he could see. He went to the park but there was nothing there to do. So he went to the playground, where there was a thing or two. He got up on the swing set and he swung really high.
He climbed up on the monkey bars and almost touched the sky. Then he jumped and he jumped and he ran for a while; then he lied on his belly and crawled like a reptile. He continue
d to stay and he continued to play, until it was very, very late in the day.
When Nathan got home, there were folks all around. His family had gathered from all over town. He hurried up and washed and made himself neat. Mother had set him a spot near his grandfather’s seat.
After the feast, everyone retired. It was getting very late and Nathan was tired. Those who had come from near and away gathered their belongings and got under way. It was then his mother said, “Nathan, your grandfather is going to stay.”
The very next morning, Nathan awoke feeling a little blue. He went downstairs to breakfast to see what he could do. His grandfather and mother both looked at him and knew that, like all the other kids on the block, Nathan had the flu.
He really wanted to be with his grandfather today. He wanted them to laugh and he wanted them to play. He wanted them to swing and go really high. And he wanted them to climb and touch the sky. He wanted them to run and jump for a while, then lay on their bellies and crawl like reptiles.
But as the day went on, Nathan got sicker and sicker with that nasty old flu. His mother took his temperature and knew just what to do. Grandfather picked up Nathan and put him back in bed, and said he’d come back later with a storybook that no one had ever read.
It was very late in the evening and his mother was fast asleep. When Grandfather looked in on Nathan, the door made a creak. Grandfather had a book with him that he said he had never read; the pages and the cover were both all done in red. As he looked upon his grandson really sick and in
