Where’s Santa

Quinten, manager of research and development, knocked on Santa’s office door. When he didn’t answer, the elf hesitated and then opened the door. “Santa, are you in there?” he called, sticking his head inside. Finding the office dark, he closed the door. “Strange Santa isn’t here this time of day.” Noticing that Bernard’s office was …


Christmas Goat

Sitting on a bench in the courtyard with Anya, it felt like someone was staring at me. As I looked around, I heard an elf behind me say, “See, I told you he doesn’t look like a goat.” I turned to see Rose, an Elf University professor, standing there with Ryllae, one of our newest …


The Scent of Christmas Magic

“What’s that aroma?!” I exclaimed. “It reminds me of …” “Christmas,” my wife answered as we made our way towards our room. “It’s that time of year when the kitchen elves polish their baking skills in preparation for the season.” “Then it must be October,” I replied again inhaling that wonderful smell. Grabbing Anya’s hand, …


When It All Began

Sitting at our weekly production meeting, with the elves in charge of each workshop, my thoughts kept drifting off. “Sorry Bernard, you were saying?” “Is something bothering you Santa?” Bernard asked. “You seem to be someplace else today.” “Talking about all the different toys and how many we need these days, got me thinking about …


Paradise Island

Walking hand in hand, Ms. Claus and I crossed the parking lot to the loud noises and brash sights of an unusual place. Twisted metal tubes painted red, blue, green, and yellow dazzled our eyes as we strolled through the entrance “Isn’t it amazing?” I asked Ms. Claus. With a look of concern, Anya responded, …


Camping With JATS

“Are you ready Anya?” I asked as she closed the door to our apartment. “You bet, Santa. I would never have dreamed that some of your JATS (Jolly Assistants To Santa). would invite us to go camping with them and their wives. I’m so excited to begin our next adventure,” my wife answered. Grabbing our …


Sweet Treats

A full moon hung over the village fire pit, while the elves engaged in their favorite past time: making S’mores. “They eat so many that I’m surprised they haven’t turned into one,” I told Ms. Claus, laughing. “I think they love toasting marshmallows, and the S’mores provide a reason to do it. But as for …


False Alarm

After our meeting, Carter, the mailroom manager, and I headed outside to check on the sleighs and reindeer that transport the mail. As we walked past the paddock, I stopped. “Do you smell that?” I asked tilting my head back to get a better whiff. Carter sniffed several times as he turned his head in …


Missing Friends

Taking our usual walk for the day, Ms. Claus and I wandered towards the hillside outside the village. As we made our way around a small snowbank, Anya and I found Polar Pete and Nippy lying on the ground. “Good morning!” I exclaimed, happy to find my friends. Though neither one of them moved or …


A Water Park Adventure

The hum of laughter dominated Elf Hall as Santa’s elves filed into the theater. Ms. Claus soon walked down the aisle behind them waving. “So good to see all of you tonight,” she said taking her place on stage. Ms. Claus then pressed the remote. Suddenly the image of a large pool of water with …


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