Santa Claus
Santa Claus visits a children's victims of war hospital in Afganistan. Lying in the first bed is Ahmed. Santa: "Hello there, what would you like for Christmas?" Ahmed: "Well, Santa, I got my legs blown off by a landmine. I'd like my legs back so I can run and play football with my friends again." Santa reaches into his pocket, pulls out some magic dust and sprinkles it on Ahmed. Santa: "there you go, good as new!" Ahmed's legs miraculously re-appear and he jumps out of bed in glee! In the next bed is Mustaffa. Santa: "Hello there, what would you like for Christmas?" Mustaffa: "I was brutally mutilated by Taliban militants, now I have no arms and no legs! I want them back so I can play tennis and shoot people and stuff" Santa reluctantly reaches into his pocket once more and gives the lad the magic dust treatment. Instantly, Mustaffa's limbs are restored and he heads back into the warzone with his AK47. In the third bed lies Mohammed Santa:" Hello, what do you want for christmas? Mohammed: "Oh Santa! Thank god you've come! I've been praying for this moment for months! You see, I was playing chicken with a US tank, only I lost. Before I knew anything, my body was blown off so all I have left is my head! I really want my body back and I promise never to play chicken with a tank ever, ever again. Santa sympathises with the poor boy and once again reaches into his pocket. "Oh dear" says Santa, worryingly. "It would appear I have no magic dust left!" The boy wails in despair. "Oh don't cry so, young chap, all is not lost!" Mohammed smiles in anticipation as Santa reaches into his other pocket. "I don't have any magic dust left, but I do have a piece of string if you want a game of conkers!!!"
Santa Claus visits a children's victims of war hospital in Afganistan. Lying in the first bed is Ahmed. Santa: "Hello there, what would you like for Christmas?" Ahmed: "Well, Santa, I got my legs blown off by a landmine. I'd like my legs back so I can run and play football with my friends again." Santa reaches into his pocket, pulls out some magic dust and sprinkles it on Ahmed. Santa: "there you go, good as new!" Ahmed's legs miraculously re-appear and he jumps out of bed in glee! In the next bed is Mustaffa. Santa: "Hello there, what would you like for Christmas?" Mustaffa: "I was brutally mutilated by Taliban militants, now I have no arms and no legs! I want them back so I can play tennis and shoot people and stuff" Santa reluctantly reaches into his pocket once more and gives the lad the magic dust treatment. Instantly, Mustaffa's limbs are restored and he heads back into the warzone with his AK47. In the third bed lies Mohammed Santa:" Hello, what do you want for christmas? Mohammed: "Oh Santa! Thank god you've come! I've been praying for this moment for months! You see, I was playing chicken with a US tank, only I lost. Before I knew anything, my body was blown off so all I have left is my head! I really want my body back and I promise never to play chicken with a tank ever, ever again. Santa sympathises with the poor boy and once again reaches into his pocket. "Oh dear" says Santa, worryingly. "It would appear I have no magic dust left!" The boy wails in despair. "Oh don't cry so, young chap, all is not lost!" Mohammed smiles in anticipation as Santa reaches into his other pocket. "I don't have any magic dust left, but I do have a piece of string if you want a game of conkers!!!"