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“Congratulations team,” Santa boomed. “You have saved Christmas at the Malloy home.”
The four elves cheered and danced and high-fived one another.
The letter worked. Santa had received a note from the Malloy parents, retracting their last letter and thanking him for sending his Mischief Makers to remind them of what Christmas is about.
“But!” Santa interrupted. “You both need to be on your very best behavior for the rest of the season. Mischief, not messes. Ok?”
Pixie nodded. Figgy saluted.
“We’d better get going, Figgy. Tonight’s set-up is going to take awhile.”
Watching the pair fly off through the starry sky, Santa . “I hope ‘tonight’s set-up’ is a nice, simple, not-so-messy activity.”
“Oh I’m sure it’s fine, Santa.” Nim glanced at Lil with a worried frown. “Maybe we should head there too. Just in case.”
“Good idea,” said Santa. As they took off, Santa smiled and chuckled. “Because I do know what they have planned.”
* * *
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost snipping at your nose
Your tired carols, being sung by a —
Figgy stopped singing and turned to Pixie. “Yes, Pixie?”
“Did you just say ‘your tired carols’?”
Figgy nodded. “Yes, ‘your tired carols being sung by a choir’.”
Pixie giggled. “And…what was that about Jack Frost?”
“‘Jack Frost snipping at your nose?”
Pixie giggled harder.
“What? That’s how it goes…isn’t it?”
“Hi guys!” Nim and Lil landed next to the small campfire and tent.
“Wow!” said Lil. “Are you guys camping?”
“Yep! The Malloys are big campers so we thought it would be fun to try it out!” said Pixie.
“We are glad you guys could make it!” said Figgy. “We told Santa what we were doing and asked if he could send you along to join our cozy campout!”
“That sneaky Santa,” laughed Lil. “He tricked us!”
“Well, we told him we wanted it to be a surprise,” said Figgy.
“We love camping!” said Nim. “There’s only one small problem.”
“What?” asked Pixie, looking around to see what they’d forgotten.
“There’s no tent for the Malloys!”
Figgy and Pixie looked uncertainly at Nim.
“We are trying to obey Santa and not create a huge mess.”
“Yeah,” added Pixie. “We were afraid if we built the Malloys a blanket tent, things might get out of control?”
“Out of control,” said Lil. “How?”
“Well,” began Figgy. “It might turn into a—.”
“PILLOW FIGHT!” yelled Nim, throwing a big, fluffy pillow directly at Figgy.
“Exactly,” said Pixie.
It didn’t take much before all four elves were engaged in a massive pillow fight. Pillows covered the floor when they finally ceased.
“At least there were no feathers,” said Figgy when he caught his breath. “That would have been a big mess.”
Nim looked around at the destruction. “Yeeaah, and this is just a little mess?”
Figgy shrugged sheepishly.