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“I’m much too hot!” said Santa. His beard was very big and very warm, and the summer sun was boiling.
“Don’t worry, Santa! I’ll just find a new face,” said Santa’s beard. And off it flew, straight to a cook in a busy kitchen.
“Hello, chef! May I be your beard?” asked Santa’s beard.
“Unfortunately not!” said the cook. “You’ll get tangled in my spaghetti.”
“Never mind! I’ll ask someone else,” said Santa’s beard.
And off it flew, straight to a baby in a stroller.
“Hello, little one! May I be your beard?” asked Santa’s beard.
“That’s a very strange idea! Babies are far too small to have beards,” said the baby’s mother.
“Oh, well, I’ll ask someone else,” said Santa’s beard.
And off it flew again, this time to a grandmother in her garden.
“Hello, grandmother! May I be your beard?” asked Santa’s beard.
“Absolutely not!” said the grandmother. “I might accidentally cut you off — I’m not used to beards.”
Santa’s beard was unsure about that. “No thank you, grandmother! I’ll ask someone else.”
And off it flew, straight to a princess at the castle.
“Hello, princess! May I be your beard?” asked Santa’s beard.
“You are a beautiful beard,” said the princess, “but I’m already beautiful enough.”
“I understand what you mean. I’ll ask someone else,” said Santa’s beard.
And off it flew, straight to a pirate on a creaking pirate ship.
“Hello, Pirate! May I be your beard?” asked Santa’s beard.
“Arrrr… I already have a fine beard, thank you!” said the pirate.
“Quite right!” said Santa’s beard. “And I’m starting to feel a bit seasick anyway.”
Santa’s beard flew across waves, over islands and fishing boats, past all kinds of creatures. Not a single one wanted a beard.
After a very long time, the sea turned to ice and the snow began to fall.
“I need to rest a little,” said Santa’s beard to absolutely no one.
“No one needs me,” it shouted, and suddenly everything became dark.
Santa’s beard saw a small red glow and decided to fly toward it.
BUMP! it suddenly said loudly, and a voice replied,
“Ow! Who just flew into my head?” said the red glow.
“I’m Santa’s beard! I’m cold and lonely, and no one needs me!” said Santa’s beard.
“My lovely beard! I’m so happy you’re back!” said Santa.
“My face is freezing! Will you keep the wind off my chin while I deliver all these Christmas presents?”
“I would love to!” said Santa’s beard.
“I really think a beard suits you,” said the reindeer.
“Ho, Ho, Ho! Merry Christmas!” Santa said loudly.
Then he went out to deliver all the Christmas presents and made everyone’s Christmas just as wonderful as always.
