It's impossible to describe how Christopher Kringle becomes Santa in one book. Many events took place to shape his life—and ours. Starting with his childhood, his immigrant parents, and meeting his best friend Wally, the adventure starts out in the early part of the 20th century in his hometown of New York City.
Christopher Kringle as a child, Santa Clause as an adult. He's one of the nicest, giving, knowledgeable people on the planet. Book smart and trusting of everyone, he wouldn't be anywhere without guidance. Famously known for secretly delivering presents to children in his attempt for world peace, "He's never been caught" is one of this favorite terms. Since 1957 he lives in hiding as advised.
The best big brother in history! Wallace paves the way for his younger brother's success by guiding him along the way. He is street smart, specifically "Wall Street smart." Wally is the financial brains of the family business—in more ways than one. Without Wally, life as we know it would not be the same. Most people have never heard of Wally, but you will—once you find out his real name.
Hard working father of Chris and Wally. Teaches the boys good work ethic, how to build and create, and more importantly how to succeed. He immigrated to America in 1897, while his parents are missionaries from all over the world. He grew up in the Nonnberg Abbey in the late 1880s.
Knowledgeable mother of Chris and Wally who teach the boys other aspects of life—much different than her husband. She teaches her boys how to think creatively and work smarter not harder. Julianna is the backbone of the family and their secrets.
An ancient hidden society of little people barely surviving atop the earth. They know their existence is coming to an end as darkness has ruled their world since the age of dinosaurs. Rumors are they originated from Ceres, a dwarf planet in our solar system that very few know about.
An ancient secret society of individuals who are all about control. They have ruled over the earth since the innovation of the written word in 3100 BC. They use fear and chaos as a means to stay in power. Their ultimate goal is to find Chris Kringle and put a stop to his peaceful ideas.
It had been forty years since Chris Kringle delivered presents on the actual "morning" of Christmas day. He took pride in completing his job before sunrise, normally by 7:00 am, Hawaii Standard Time. But today, December 25th, 1987, he received several requests from the prestigious New York-Presbyterian Hospital on Madison Avenue. Most elderly New Yorkers recalled this facility to have registered his birth at the turn of the last century, however, the majority of gossip had slowed down over time ever since the problems during World War II.
Never a person to forget the city he once called home, this trip to Manhattan remained special for more reasons than one. This building was significant to the Kringle brothers and their company, more so than any other they owned. Their business financial records remained a secret—once their corporation was forced to shut down. Very few could comprehend the vast amount of wealth which had been acquired since the baby-boom.
Precisely on time at 7:30 am, the reindeer sat quietly on the hospital helipad. The new weightless sleigh, which was being test-driven that day, lowered itself perfectly through the thin cloudy sky. All on the rooftop watched Santa land the craft—slowly inching and hovering down. Not one early morning snowflake moved, which impressed the twenty-or-so medical personnel.
Amongst the chaos and confusion of the early morning flight, there was a military presence on top of the building. Helicopters above, gunmen at the corners, and several new nurses wearing headsets— all things never witnessed by the staff. The seldom-seen older Kringle brother, whom few could identify, was addressed as Wally or Wallace by two commanding officers. This man in all-black was important, yet no one recognized him at all. Formally dressed, Wally took off his headset and walked towards his brother Chris—knowing the importance of this mission. Several Air Force pilots guided the sleigh down for a perfect landing, as Wally wiped cold morning dew off his tuxedo.
Wally greeted his brother as he exited the sleigh, "Buildings' been swept. It's clean."
"This thing is fast," Chris said, "You gotta come with me next time."
The Kringle brothers shook hands as the closest of friends. Both men hugged and appeared tired from another hard-days-night of work. The real medical staff had never heard of Santa having a brother—let alone a person of Wally's color. It had been four years since they'd been seen in public together.
As the high-tech sled powered down without making a sound, a dozen staff members rushed over to see. Pressing several buttons in order, the bearded brother with rosy red cheeks tried to hide the advancements only known to a handful of engineers. Many of the healthcare professionals inspected the so-called magical sleigh, clearly a machine ahead of its time. The male physicians seemed interested in the GPS in the dash and how the hovering craft moved with slight pressure of the hand. The female workers seemed engrossed with Santa himself, as his attractive muscular frame was not something they were expecting. He appeared chubbier in older Coca-Cola advertisements.
With a simple flip of a switch, the dashboard rotated and exposed three older audio devices; one old 8-track, a cassette deck, and a simple AM/FM radio which only produced static.
None of the healthcare workers witnessed the true technology of the sleigh. One physician thought he recognized an antique Ford emblem on the hood, but he turned his head and laughed because no car company in the world could produce anything like this.
The handsome driver in the bright red-suit acknowledged all eight animals attached to the old sled nearby. He praised them in alphabetical order, giving each creature a snack for a job well done. With a mere pat on the head, along with a smile, he passionately said, "Thank you, Blitzen, Comet, Cupid, Dancer, Dasher, Donner, Rudolph, and Vixen."
Chris rubbed the red paint when two doors opened, almost as if the vehicle recognized who he was. In the trunk, several bags of toys were exposed while a single lone present lay on the seat. The last gift of the year.
Wallace "Wally" Kringle looked to be a sharp dresser, clean-shaven for something eventful. The African-American man appeared stunning in his black tuxedo and looked equally attractive as his younger brother Chris. Minus the silvery beard and the famous holiday suit, Wally picked up the gift left on the seat and turned his head to his comrade in red. None of the employees on the rooftop realized the historical importance of the colorful ensemble, nor how it was first created during the "war to end all wars." Wally rolled his eyes out of frustration, grabbed the box—as this forgotten present was why they were here.
After removing his RAF World War II-style military goggles and placing them in the trunk, Chris put the headphones down which were still producing music. The nurses and doctors saw no pedals on the floor, which raised eyebrows with how this vehicle even flew at all. Several witnessed the delivery man speak into a handheld device as he closed the trunk to let someone know he arrived.
The man in all-black put his hand on the new sleigh and asked Santa, "What do think? Want this for your birthday next year?"
"Let's wait," said the man of the hour, "We still need to see what Mercedes and Ferrari have to offer."
The hospital workers seemed invigorated with the arrival. A few recalled rumors of the well-dressed older brother, as Wally seemed to protect Chris from those who were approaching fast.
Upon meeting Santa that morning, only those close to him could see the video screen in his hand, but apparently the voices were excited about something. It was clear each gift from around the globe had been delivered on time, as his white gloves lifted a device closer to view. The small video contraption was then held at eye level, and showed several little people jumping up and down. Most recognized the 1980 Kool & the Gang song "Celebration" playing in the background.
"Yes— I'm here, quit bouncing," Santa said to the small faces clamoring on the screen, "I'll be home in a few hours. Don't stay up late."
The chattering talk over the handheld device sounded like teenagers having a party when their parents weren't home. All the little voices wanted to know when he'd return, as one doctor near the sleigh asked, "Is that the elves? Is that thing connected to the North Pole?"
Wally smirked and looked at Chris, "Yes—they're a little enthusiastic when Mrs. Claus isn't around."
A nurse wearing a headset and carrying a clipboard quickly approached. She said, "Chris—it's time to go. We need to hurry. The children have been waiting all night."
Over the years, Santa made it routine to visit sick children in hospitals, just as he advised his friend Babe Ruth to do some seventy years earlier. Christopher Kringle, however, usually delivered presents to hospitals the week before Christmas—not after his busiest day of the year. Only one medical professional realized the reason he was here. A single pregnant mother wrote an official letter to the Village of Elf which requested the holiday-giver rock her newborn to sleep.
"Room 572," a squeaky voice screamed over the hand-held device, "572—don't forget."
"Bano, I got this. Let everyone know I'm safe," Santa said, ready to be done with the conversation.
"No wait—is Zippy there?" the high-pitched voice yelled, as white gloves reduced the volume.
The abrupt call ended with the turn of a dial. Nearby healthcare workers seemed impressed with the never-been-seen-before gadget. With a large sack now over his shoulder, Santa chuckled then added, "I'll deal with those crazy elves later."
One staff member took a picture of the iconic man now ready for work. He resembled a rock star carrying his guitar for a single performance. Everyone on the rooftop wanted his attention, while most gleamed with excitement. Several physicians lined up to shake hands—yet no one appreciated the new Beastie Boys song, "No Sleep Till Brooklyn," still blaring through the headphones. With a bag of toys now over his shoulder, a few adults approached with previously delivered gifts to be autographed.
Dr. Snowitall, the highest-ranking physician, brought over a bright pink box to be signed. His wife's favorite gift of all-time, a 1950s Barbie—delivered some 30 years earlier. All the nurses admired the old doll, and its original box, while some workers headed towards the stairs. A hold-up took place with the lead doctor who ran the hospital, as his body language indicated he needed a favor.
"Chris, will you sign this? It's for my—," said the man in charge.
"Sure, but next time you need to write Mrs. Claus earlier."
"How's your headache?" asked Dr. Snowitall, Santa's personal physician.
"Better. Thank you for doing that MRI. Did you see anything in there?" asked Chris.
"I've always loved your signature," said the M.D., not listening, "My wife will treasure this forever."
Wally smiled with the lack of response. Chris added instructions to his physician for not paying attention. "I need you to take this to a boy named James in Queens. Bring him this as fast as you can."
"Me? Are you serious? You want me to deliver this?" asked the man holding a signed pink box in his other hand.
"I'd do it right away," said Wally, straightening his tuxedo and heading toward the stairs. "Rumors have it he went through quite a tragedy when he was four. We don't want him turning out bad."
"Anything for you," said the physician directly to Wally, as he accepted a red Kangol and a piece of paper with the boy's name and address.
"Farmers Boulevard—don't be late," Chris added as he examined the contents inside the box.
Beat and wrapped up from his last thirty-six hours of work, the world's most loved man headed toward the stairs. The multiple signature requests surprised a few of the younger workers, although several acknowledged they didn't believe in this holiday character. Others claimed it had been a while since Santa had been seen at all, while whispers of his existence were exchanged between employees. Personal beliefs put aside, each professional on the rooftop agreed—if anyone needs a gift on Christmas, it's a sick child inside these hospital walls on this exact day of the year.
As the group made their way toward the exit, a few nurses stayed back and questioned the leader of their facility. One woman in white asked her boss, "Is Santa OK? What's up with the MRI?"
"He gets headaches," answered Dr. Snowitall, "The radiologist found out last week he's got a unique brain like Albert Einstein. They found enlarged cranial nerves which explain some of the issues with his nervous system."
"Is he going to survive?"
"He'll be fine," said the M.D., ready to leave for Queens. "Only his brainstem is involved. Nothing we can't figure out later."
With a chime of a car alarm, and no one around, the new sleigh closed its doors with a mind of its own. One far away whistle from Chris—and the reindeer sat down. The packed service elevator then headed toward the ground.
As the deliveries to the children got underway, the sneaky adult moved swiftly from room to room. He needed to hurry—yet make sure he arrived at room 572 on time. Never one to rush himself, he lingered for a minute and chatted with each ill child.
"I've always got the perfect gift,
since the first year I began.
Enjoy your present and get better,
for I know you surely can."
Christopher Kringle loved to sit and say his phrase with kids in their hospital beds. Without notice, his black suede boots slid on the slippery white tile as he quietly wisped away. There was a bounce in his step and a groove in his stride. Nothing made him happier than voicing this poem as part of his get-well wishes.
Because time was of the essence, he exited before any gift was opened. Presenting something then disappearing was a talent he developed in his youth. After each offering, families sat mesmerized and asked themselves, "Where did he go?" Most adults thought he was a fraud, because no single parent recognized this was indeed—the real Santa Claus.
No one inside the hospital could comprehend the stamina it took to travel all over the world. None had been a part of the marathon which started in Russia—almost two days earlier. Finally, after everything was complete, Santa headed toward the finish line. One more gift to relinquish.
Mr. Christopher Clause Kringle arrived at his final destination right on time. His older brother Wally held the door like a security guard for the last delivery of 1987.
Room 572 revealed a sleeping mother who underwent a C-section hours earlier. One single nurse wrapped a pink blanket around the newborn with only the face to be seen. The infant's large eyes indicated she was awake and healthy. The patient lay quiet, heavily medicated, while the man out of breath worked his way in.
A single letter on the nightstand addressed to "Mr. Christopher Kringle, 1 Main Street, Village of Elf, North Pole," indicated her intentions. The new mother didn't desire anything materialistic, simply for Santa to rock her newborn to sleep.
When the devoted holiday man arrived on time, the lethargic woman simply closed her eyes. She quickly returned to her post-surgical state, as Wally placed her gift on top of the letter to open when awake.
Nurse Ana noticed several children standing by the door. They had some questions for the man who was about to be done for the year. "Is it OK if the children come in?" the charming Columbian caregiver asked Santa.
Chris took off his hat at the far end of the room. He smiled at the nurse and answered with a delightful tone. "The more the merrier," he said, always excited to spend a little more time with kids.
Wally signaled for the youthful ones to enter. His exposed wrist with a Rolex watch indicated where to sit. He then brought his other index finger to his mouth and let the children know with a stern brow, "Shh."
Seven holiday-dressed youngsters entered the room, ranging in age from four to ten. Each took a turn examining the empty bag of toys—then looked inside with several questions. Nurse Ana knew these kids on the maternity floor would soon have a younger brother or a sister of their own. She attended to her patient, whispered to the children, but addressed the holiday man still day dreaming out the window. "Excuse me, Mr. Kringle, are you sure it's OK if these kids ask you some questions?"
Staring out the fifth-floor window, overlooking the city he adored, Santa took a gander at snow landing on the rooftops and a hint of morning sunlight reflecting off the glass. He still had a few minutes to spare and decided now was the perfect time for another teaching moment.
"I know it would mean a lot to them, and if it's not too much to ask, but while you rock the baby to sleep—they'd like to know more about your past."
The bearded brother turned around and whispered something softly. "Of course. But we need to keep it down. If the children want to know more about my life, have them listen carefully—I've got a big secret to tell."
All seven kids found space on the floor.
Standing by the entrance, Wallace noted two security guards manning the elevator. He closed the door and looked at Chris, knowing what his sibling was about to say. Wally said, "You guys can talk louder. This floor is secure."
Santa stood proud and prepared to address the youth. He couldn't wait to state his unknown secret with someone other than family. With a chest full of confidence he addressed all in attendance. This was a topic dear to his heart. He scanned each set of eyes and finally spoke up. "You know kids, four score and seven years ago, my mother gave birth to me, right here, downstairs."
One of the youngsters snickered and seemed confused with the terms. She spoke up with a student-like voice. "What does that mean?" a little girl said with a turn of her head.
The beautiful Colombian nurse added, "Yeah—I've heard those words before. I think my history teacher back in high school once mentioned that term."
The holiday man understood what he was doing. He was giving a subtle history lesson while he had everyone's attention. He also wanted to make sure the children knew who was present. "Kids, I'd like you to meet my older brother Wally. He's the best big brother in the world and I wouldn't be alive without him. While he's here—let's teach you something important. What I said a second ago, it's actually a play on words. Abraham Lincoln used that phrase to start his Gettysburg Address—the greatest speech ever written. A 'score' means twenty and 'four score' means eighty. It's my way of saying I was born in this hospital... exactly 87 years ago."
The oldest boy responded, "So you were born in 1900? You're older than dirt!"
Another one added, "You're older than my grandma—and she can't even walk!"
The famous man giggled and strummed his beard. It was a fact he waited his entire life to make this claim. His brain desired to use this quote all year long—and finally found his right audience. He simply wanted to use this brilliant expression to indicate his birthday which seemed like yesterday.
"You're funny," said Ana, thinking the good-looking gift-giver was cute and a little comical. "Here's a bottle and there's the blanket. I'll be right outside at the nurses' station if you need me. Thank you for everything Santa. It was nice to see you again."
Mr. Christopher Kringle sat down as the R.N. handed him the newborn. Physically he seemed confused with what to do. "What's her name?" Santa asked, holding the fragilest of gifts wrapped in the softest of cottons.
The nurse tucked in the blanket and helped Santa get comfortable. The forty-year old woman chuckled as the grown man attempted to put the baby to sleep. "Just relax," Nurse Ana said, "Here's the remote for the TV. I'll be right outside if you need anything."
"What do I do?" asked Santa, finally relaxed in his chair.
"Why don't you tell these kids more about you? Look at them—they all have questions."
All but one youngster had a arm in the air. One little girl was too shy to put up her hand, so Chris called on her first.
"Santa... how do reindeer fly?" the second youngest of the group asked.
Wally realized it had been years since this question was asked. Chris answered without hesitation. "Well Makena my dear, my reindeer can fly because of their hollow bones. Similar to birds, their osseous structure is lightweight and not solid like ours. It's something I had to figure out on my own. Have you kids heard of Charles Darwin? Did you know that animals can adapt over time?"
All seven on the floor nodded their heads. Even Nurse Ana acknowledged these terms. Wally was happy Santa worded things correctly, even though some kids may not understand osseous means bone. Chris continued in his jolly fashion, "My special species of reindeer are only found at the North Pole. They also eat what birds eat—which is berries, seeds, and leaves. But the one other thing my reindeer truly love—is grapes in the middle of winter."
Each child smiled with this wave of information. None knew these secrets before today.
The youngest boy was called on next. His Christmas sweater indicated he was a believer by the markings on his chest. "Santa, how come you live so long?"
"Well..." Chris said, finally comfortable, "Wally and I moved our families and our business to the North Pole in 1957. It's really cold up there, but—"
Wally interrupted his brother who sometimes had issues divulging too many details. He jumped in before Chris could say another word. "What Santa is trying to say, is best understood this way. Do you kids know why we put fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator? It's because food lasts longer in a colder environment... and so do people. That's how we live so long but you can't tell anyone. Living in hiding is also a part of the reason we moved up north—so we can be safe and influence more good children like you."
Chris smiled with the perfect choice of words. Wally always seemed to have age-appropriate answers which never included the bad guys.
The oldest boy spoke out of turn. There seemed to be a hint of attitude in his voice. “My older brother says you're not real. He doesn't believe in you anymore. I want you to tell me how you became Santa Claus?”
"That's a long story," said Chris, returning the bottle to the baby's mouth, “I have hundreds of hidden documents which prove my existence. In case you haven't realized it yet, our goal is to promote world peace. With that said, there are mean people who'd rather see me dead."
"OK—that's enough," Wally said, halting the discussion of the Confraters, "We don't need to discuss anyone hurting Santa."
Chris agreed with a grin toward his brother, then spoke directly to the boy who questioned his validity, "By the way, how old are you Joshua? What are you now—ten?”
Josh sat frazzled, amazed with the guess in age. All the other children didn't flinch.
Wally glanced out the door, looked at his watch, then tapped it a few times. Chris saw the clock on the wall which indicated 8:00 am. The serious Kringle brother wanted to leave for security reasons, while the innocent one wanted to sit with the children and answer Josh's last question.
“Alright,” Santa said, “You want to know how I became Santa? Why don’t I tell you a story when I was your age. But to tell it correctly, I need to begin where it all began—the year I first started delivering presents in my old Model T.”
All except the oldest boy sat in delight, each beaming with excitement to hear the adventures of Chris Kringle's real life.
Rocking backward and forwards while looking up at the TV, the most famous man in the world reflected on everything he accomplished. He thought about how much the world had changed in the last nine decades. The thoughts of loved ones passed through his brain. He envisioned his mentors who taught him right from wrong, and his great ancestor—whom most knew better as Saint Nicholas from Myra. Wally sensed the tragedies going through his brother's head, and finally realized they'd be here for quite some time.
As Santa spoke, the infant relaxed in the comfort of his words. The children sat quietly—waiting for him to continue. The only staff member checked on the mother one last time, who was now fast asleep and resting peacefully. She was doing fine. Christopher Clause Kringle found pleasure how innocent things were when he was just a child.
The holiday-man glared deep into the infants' eyes, returned the bottle to her mouth, and continued in a subtle, caring, loving way. When he stopped talking, the newborn would rustle and stir. In particular, the baby seemed to enjoy the sound of his voice. It was music to her newborn ears.
None of the children expected Santa to stay here all morning. Wally was aware the reindeer needed to be home, asleep in their nests—before sunrise the next day.
“You know kids, I wasn’t supposed to be the first baby born in the 20th century. But, if you close your eyes and listen closely, you can hear the sound of my birth right now…”
The children on the floor did exactly what they were told. Another pregnant mother screamed through the thin hospital walls. Santa then started his fascinating tale which no one in history would ever believe.
(AT THE END OF EACH CHAPTER, PICTURES WILL BE USED TO TEACH REAL HISTORY)
Santa's reindeer enjoy "bird food" (berries, seeds, and leaves). They also love worms and especially grapes in the middle of winter.
Aestivation (summer sleep) and Hibernation (winter sleep) are common in the animal kingdom. Most people don't realize that reindeer sleep during the day and go through aestivation during the summer. There is another species of animals who also sleeps in the summer but does not like Santa—you’ll find out why later. Hint: they are one of the oldest species alive.
Santa secret— Did you recognize the boy James from Queens? Do you know who this is? Think about it for a second… James, Queens, 1987, red Kangol, Farmers Blvd., and he’s being bad. If you know who this is— good for you. If not, it’s LL COOL J, one of the first (and one of the best) rappers and music producers of all time. The choice of words used in this scene will also be a clue. Notice in the next paragraph Santa was "Beat and wrapped up—" that was a highlighted hint. Rappers use beats. When words or phrases seem a little "off"—there's normally a hidden message.
Similarly—yes, Santa's reindeer sleep in "large nests" high up in the trees because of their birdlike DNA. While reindeer do truly exist in Northern climates, only this "special species" of deer have hollow bones and build nests. These fictitious creatures will be used to teach other topics as well. In this story, everything around the belly of the earth is historically accurate, while the North Pole is...how shall we say it...magical.
Many famous people are hidden throughout this journey. The Kringle Brothers are friends with all of them. Keep an eye out for similar clues and try to remember every name, number, and place. This will be the only time a Santa secret will be spelled out for you. The rest is up to you to figure out on your own. All this evidence will be used to prove Christopher and Wallace Kringle are real.
Famous surviving photo of Abraham Lincoln during the Civil War - (Gettysburg, 1863)
Abraham Lincoln waited two hours for U.S. Secretary of State Edward Everett (center, speaking, top hat, white shawl) to finish his oration before starting his famous 3-minute speech—better known as “The Gettysburg Address."
The Battle of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, 1863, was the bloodiest battle and the turning point of the U.S. Civil War— to END slavery. President Lincoln's speech is considered one of the best in history and has been replicated by the greatest orators time and time again. Only two surviving photos of Lincoln were taken that day. Both captured before the speech. None during or after.
A copy of this original photo is kept in a secure place at the North Pole. It's part of the story in telling the truth. As you're about to find out, the Kringle brothers keep many valuable items hidden from the rest of the world. This book series is filled with facts, historical secrets, and real documents which are not explained in school. With that said—don't believe everything you read. Do your own research and make your own decision. The truth will set you free.
Refer to prior picture. Notice the white circle and square.
SQUARE: In 1952, the U.S. National Archives claimed this to be Abraham Lincoln. As of 2021, the Library of Congress, The Smithsonian, and Wikipedia currently agree this is him. Most historians don’t debate this. Some people, however, like the Kringle Brothers—have their doubts. The man in the square looks to be of average height, does not have thick eyebrows, and is NOT wearing a white shawl. Also, President Lincoln rarely wore a moustache—just a goatee. Finally, like Mr. Everett (center/speaking)—President Lincoln wore a top hat for his famous speech as claimed by all in attendance.
CIRCLE: Chris Kringle believes this is Honest Abe. Examine the profile and compare. This man is taller, has defined cheekbones, and thick eyebrows. Bonus fact—his top hat is resting on his left elbow while wearing a shawl. All the speakers (or people of importance) are wearing a white garment from right shoulder to left hip thus indicating the significance of the day’s events. Mr. Everett is also wearing a white shawl. Could this be Lincoln in the circle? Is this him holding his hat, with a white garment flowing under his crossed arms? It sure appears to be. Did the U.S. government and history books get this wrong?
While it’s hard to prove which person is truly Abraham Lincoln, it’s fun to discuss and debate. Similarly, many adults don’t think Santa is real. Sit back and enjoy—there are so many secrets the Kringle brothers want to share with you. This book series will be filled with information to help you understand several aspects of life. The goal is to educate while telling a story at the same time.
Washington, D.C. - Lincoln Monument (words added)
The Kringle brothers love good people. Abraham Lincoln is one of their favorites. Can you imagine a President today—not being recorded with pictures, film, television, or social media while giving one of the greatest speeches in history? What makes Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address so important? Why has this style of speechwriting been duplicated millions of times? Here’s how ten sentences changed the world:
Knowing this format of speech writing is a powerful tool for students and adults alike. Do you want to give a great lecture in class or next business meeting. Follow these simple steps:
Past —> Present —> Future —> Call to Action
The Kringle Brothers will use this knowledge throughout their lifetime—once later in this book.
For more information on this subject, visit www.chriskringle.com
Central Park, NYC — 1900.
The first book in the series centers around Chis and Wally's secret lives— and their parents. The journey is a true understanding of what it was like immigrating and living in America in the early 1900s. The early years will surprise people because you've never heard a "Christmas" story like this one. Both of their upbringings are filled with ups and downs, triumphs and struggles—it's not all sugar and spice. Get ready...
These first two books lay the groundwork in describing the details for the later years. This is done while teaching the reader history, science, values, empathy, and life-skills at the same time. Chris and Wally will teach kids how to become better people!
This entire book series is based on historical events that will prove the Kringle brothers did in fact exist and grow up in the 20th century. Their lives shed light on many topics that need to be discussed and there is something to learn for everyone—young and old. The author uses subtle clues, lots of breadcrumbs, and hidden foreshadowing to demonstrate how two boys become the men they are today. Some of the facts will leave you speechless— as if you've known this information all along. This series will unravel many of life's meaningful secrets in a positive, fun, story-telling way. Who knew Santa and BABE RUTH were friends?
Approximately 300 pages chronicle the earliest years of Chris and Wally's life. It describes their special childhoods, how they found each other, and sets the story for the years to come. Kids of today don't realize how good they have it. Most children in the early 1900s worked 10-12 hours a day and did not have the opportunity to attend school. The genesis to the adventure is established and the foundation is set.
This second volume reveals how Chris and Wally become the closest of friends— and brothers. While both are completely different people, they find harmony working together. Christopher is an advanced little boy that sometimes has to learn the hard way. Wally is more reserved and has several secrets he's hiding. Little by little, both discover how well they work together— while each has specific strengths they bring to the relationship. The two boys meet several famous people in the early 1900s and figure out it's better to give than to receive. While each of the brothers have personal secrets, Christopher delivers the first presents in history under the Christmas tree in 1908. Twists occur as the evil group of Confrater men still want Chris dead for reasons you'll find out.
Books One and Two are paired together, taking you through the dramatic early foundational stages of their lives. Filled with historical facts weaved into story form, the reader will gain a better understanding of a vast array of topics which are not taught in school. Overall, this easy-to-read series will entice the reader with real history, locations, music, science, math, literature, arts, sports, and actual events. The Kringle parents ARE the reason for the two boys success, yet no one realizes the importance of the tradition that was started in 1908.