Santa and the Marine Cargo Insurance Caper
It was a bleak and blustery morning at the North Pole; the wind was so cold it could freeze the marrow in a polar bear's bones. It was on this dark morning that sat in a cosy little log cabin, lit by the bright aurora lights, was a rotund, jolly figure of a man with a long thick flowing beard of white, as white as the snow that lay outside his front door.
However, the ordinarily jolly chap Santa had a furrow of worry across his wrinkled brow. Across from him sat his adoring wife, while naturally in her senior years she had a sparkle in her eye that concealed her exact age. She looked up from the antler warmers she was busily knitting, "My dear," she said, "what is the matter? You look as if you've lost a mince pie but found a carrot."
The old gent shifted his weight on the sturdy wooden chair, and it creaked approvingly. "Three days till Christmas Eve and I still haven't arranged cover for my UK to Europe leg of the trip." Santa looks at her above the rim of his reading spectacles and offers a weak smile, "I think I'm getting too old for all this my dear."
"Nonsense." Her reply is warm but firm, "You say that every year." She gently places down her knitting and leans a little forward in her chair fixing the man with a determined stare. "You'll find the answer you seek; you always do darling." He settles back in his chair, and a wry smile spreads across his face, suddenly his cheeks and nose flush redder than usual, and the smile grows into a broad grin which then evolves into a booming, "Ho, ho, ho!".
He suddenly leaps out of his chair, and bellows like Brian Blessed after stubbing his toe, "I'll give those friendly chaps at Primo plc a ring, they're bound to be able to provide me with some advice and probably arrange the cover too!" With that, he picks up the telephone and calls Primo plc on 01702 225 440 and asks to speak to a marine cargo insurance specialist.
Three days later, the reindeer are all assembled and harnessed to the sleigh, all very eager to start their run. Mrs Claus peers through the frosty window to watch the jolly fellow start his Christmas tour. With a jingle of bells a hearty, happy voice booms, "On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!" All could hear him as the sleigh took flight, "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!"