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Santa’s Got a Secret…and it’s a big one!
North Pole Gazette
Reported by Sparkly Sprinkles
Santa’s behavior of late has been a little odd. He’s more secretive than usual. Sources at The Frosty Snowman tell me that ol’ Chris Kringle is hiding something.
“Santa has enough to worry about,” said one anonymous source. One can only speculate what “enough” is. Trouble in the Toy Shop? Perhaps problems with Mrs Claus? Or is it something more…sinister? Only time will tell and this reporter is on the job!
“She must have been at The Frosty Snowman and overheard our conversation,” said Glitter angrily.
Nim and Lil watched, wide-eyed, as Glitter galloped back and forth in front of Santa’s toy shop whipping her antlers and flashing her eyes. They’d rarely seen Glitter this angry.
“How dare that, that candy cane brained jigglesnort!”
“Whoa, Glitter,” said Figgy. “I think that is going a bit far, don’t you?”
Pixie nodded her head, shocked.
“I’m sorry.” Glitter deflated. “It’s just that…Santa has enough going on without Stinky Sprinkly putting her big pen in his face.”
“You keep saying that, Glitter. What’s going on with Santa?” asked Nim.
Glitter paused. “You know how I told you that there was an emergency at the Grime and Goo section of the toy department?”
The elves nodded.
“It was less an emergency and more a discovery.”
Pixie raised a brow. “Discovery of what?”
“A book.”
“Uh, what?”
“A dusty old book was found under one of the gloop machines. Apparently it was being used to even out the legs.”
“Still not seeing the big deal here, Glitter,” said Figgy.
The book was called Forgotten Wishes and it is a story about a hidden mailbox full of letters that have been lost over the years.”
The four elves stared blankly at her.
“Letters to Santa.”
Lil gasped. “You don’t mean…wish lists?”
Glitter nodded.
“But it’s just a story, right?” asked Pixie hopefully. “A legend?”
“We don’t really know…yet,” said Glitter. “But Santa is taking this very seriously. If there are children out there who never received what was on their wish lists…let’s just say we hope it’s just a story.”
The clocktower chimed, pulling the elves out of their reverie.
“We’d better get going,” said Nim. “We’ve got a puppet show to organize.”
“Keep us posted, Glitter,” said Lil. “And let us know if there is anything we can do to help.”
Glittered nodded and trotted to the stables while the four elves shot to the skies and flew toward the hospital.
When they landed in the Community Room of the hospital, Sparkly Sprinkles was already there, tapping her red pen to her pointy chin. “Late, aren’t we?”
A collective groan filled the air.
“Why you little–,” began Pixie.
“Hello, Sparkly!!” interrupted Lil rather loudly. “I hope you’ve come ready to report on the wonderful puppet show we are putting on tonight.”
Sparkly couldn’t quite mask her look of shock at being addressed so…civilly. Smiling slowly, she tapped her notebook with her sparkling red pen. “Oh yes, Pil, I’m ready to…tell all.”
“It’s Lil, actually. You know, L as in ludicrous, I as in insincere, and then another L as in libelous.”
The saccharine smile fell from Sparkly’s face. She cleared her throat, glared at Lil, and started scribbling furiously.
“Now you’ve done it,” Nim muttered with a smile.
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