Slowly and with little steps
They grow each passing day
Their tender limbs reach to the sun
They blossom in new ways
And help them plant their roots
We strengthen them with soft blown winds
Their fruit grows on the vine
We water them and with a smile
We know they’ll be just fine
This season we had so much fun
We hope you liked it too
Next year we will all be back
To laugh and play with you
Be good and kind throughout the year
From far off we’ll be watching
A quick goodbye, a fond farewell
Now Santa’s sled is launching!
Until next season Joe and Jake!
Nim, Lil, Glitter and Barrel
P.S. We Won!!!
Santa towered above a sea of elves giving The Eve of Christmas Eve Pep Talk.
“Mischief Makers, this is your final night on assignment. Tomorrow night will mark the end of another season.”
Loud cheers and whoops filled the air as the elves danced around each other merrily.
“The Top Shelf Elf Trophy has already been decided,” Santa called out over the hubbub. “The winning team will be announced on Christmas morning. Have fun and give your charges a fond farewell!”
Nim and Lil stayed at the North Pole longer than usual to chat with their friends about which team had won the trophy.
“My bet is on Squirt and Cosmo. Remember how they built a ball pit for their kids?”
“Nah, I bet Sprinkles and SugarGems win it. They built a life-size gingerbread house.”
“I can tell you who it’s not going to be,” said the Grumpy Old Elf as he jerked his head toward Nim and Lil.
“Hey, I heard that!.” Nim crossed his arms and glared at the Grump.
“Well it won’t be you,” he said. “Not after your reindeer went berserk.”
“Now you lis-“.
“Ignore him Nim, lets go.” Lil took Nim by the arm and pulled him over to the launch pad. It was a quiet flight back.
When they landed on the window sill, Lil touched Nim on the arm.
“Are you ok?”
“Yes,” said Nim. “I just wish the Grumpy Old Elf would have kept his mouth shut.”
“At least Glitter didn’t hear him.”
Nim shook his head and laughed. “Even if we don’t get the trophy, I don’t regret anything that happened this season.”
“Not even the paper airplane incident?”
“Not even that.” Nim smiled.
Agreeing not to tell Glitter about the Grumpy Old Elf, the elves went in to help give the boys one last surprise…and to have one last fun night together.
“Nim! Lil! Look at this!” Glitter was in the living room looking down at a race track.
At the elves puzzled looks, Glitter pointed a hoof at a note on the floor.
Nim, Lil, Glitter and Barrel,
We’ve had so much fun finding you every morning this year! Our favorite was when you took all those elfies and made ornaments out of them, and even though Mom was pretty upset about the snowstorm…we loved it!
Since you’ve worked so hard and given us so much, we wanted to give you the night off. Can you test out these new cars for us?
Thank you for another great December!
Joe and Jake
“Well,” said Nim.
“Wow,” said Lil.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” said Glitter. “Our boys are so sweet, so thoughtful and so, so good!”
Nim and Lil looked at each other and smiled.
“This note is worth ten Top Shelf Elf trophies,” said Lil.
“Come on…let’s play!!!”
Nim and Lil had spent all day in the “snow globes” glaring at Glitter with a mixture of annoyance, awe and admiration.
She had gotten the better of them. And while they could enthusiastically acknowledge her accomplishment, they could not let her get away with it.
“I am sorry for tying you up, stuffing you in bottles and turning you into elfin snowglobes.”
“That’s ok Glitter,” said Nim in a falsely cheerful voice as he squeezed his way out of the bottle.
“And I’m sorry I stuffed cotton balls in after you.”
“Every snow globe needs some snow, right Nim?” Lil dusted cotton fluff off her shoulder.
Both elves were smiling, but the impish glints in their eyes made Glitter nervous. Very nervous.
“Really Glitter,” said Nim as if reading her thoughts. “We are not mad.”
“We know that you were just trying to help us keep the Top Shelf Elf title,” said Lil.
“Oh I’m so glad you aren’t angry,” Glitter shuffled her hooves.
“That’s why we aren’t going to be too hard on you when we get back,” said Nim.
Nim and Lil linked arms and floated out the window leaving Glitter to watch them with apprehension.
The game was on.
“Glitter, we’re baaa-aaack!” Nim plopped on the table with a wrapped package under his arm.
“And we have a surprise for you,” Lil said landing lightly next to Nim.
“You were gone for a lon–what are you wearing Nim?”
“This? This is my new superhero costume.”
“And this,” said Lil. “Is my new Santa costume.”
“We are going to set the stage for an escapade!” Nim flicked his cape over his shoulder.
“I am going to play Santa, on the run from a band of vicious villains intent on holding me for ransom.” Lil held up her Santa hat.
“And I am going to play the courageous superhero who bravely saves Santa from the band of bandits.”
Glitter started to smile, but then noticed something shiny and green in Nim’s arms. She gulped.
“And you Glitter, are going to play the evil mastermind behind the crime.” Nim smiled and narrowed his eyes.
“In short,” said Lil with a smirk. “You are going to play the bad guy.”
“Play? But you know I don’t like–ermph!”
Nim and Lil pulled green goggles over Glitter’s head and shiny green boots over her hooves.
“You are the Evil Sparkle, a rogue reindeer cast out from the North Pole for crimes against Christmas,” said Nim.
Lil giggled. “And so our story begins….
On Christmas Eve, the minute before Santa was to start his journey, a dastardly deer snuck stealthily into Santa’s workshop.
‘I am here to kidnap you!’ said the Evil Sparkle.
‘Ho, ho, No you’re not!’
Suddenly, SuperElf, a brave hero and champion of all elves, tumbled down the chimney and found the Evil Sparkle tying tinsel around Santa’s hands and feet!
SuperElf is victorious! Santa thanks the brave hero, hops in his sleigh and with a ‘Ho, ho ho!’ glides into the night to deliver presents to all the good little boys and girls.
Glitter, hanging upside down by her back legs, was outraged.
“How dare you! What if I have a flashback to the torture I experienced at Barrel’s paws?”
Nim and Lil stopped laughing and looked down at her in amusement.
“Oh Glitter, that won’t work on us.”
Usually, the boys were fairly well behaved. Sure they got into the odd fight here and there, but for the most part…they got along.
That’s why the day’s events were so astounding. Never had the Mischief Makers ever seen the boys behave so badly.
“Wow,” said Lil.
“Whoa,” said Nim.
“Yikes,” said Glitter.
What started out as a minor disagreement over whose turn it was to open the advent calendar, quickly turned into an all out fight.
“Jake almost hit me with that toy car,” said Nim.
“And what about Joe and that pool noodle?” said Lil.
“At least he didn’t use a stick,” said Glitter.
Even though they dreaded it, Nim and Lil knew it was their duty to report any bad behavior to Santa.
“We’d better go Nim. We shouldn’t keep Santa waiting.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
“This is their first incident of really naughty behavior,” said Glitter.
Glitter was right. Did they really have to report this to Santa?
Lil sighed. “If it were only a brotherly spat, we’d overlook it.”
Nim rubbed his eyes. “Unfortunately, cars were thrown. You know what that means Glitter.”
Glitter cast her eyes to the floor and shook her head back and forth.
Chapter 8, Section 5b
Statute 3.3 Minor disagreements between siblings are to be reported at the Mischief Maker’s discretion; however, any disagreement involving the launching of toy cars must be reported to Santa.
“Maybe we can make an exception just this once,” said Glitter with a little desperation in her voice. “Afterall, we haven’t been very good this year.”
Nim and Lil were flabbergasted that Glitter would even suggest ignoring a rule in the book.
“We? Lil and I have barely caused trouble!”
“Ok, ok. I haven’t been the best behaved this year,” said Glitter. “But…the Top Shelf Elf award…”.
“If we don’t report to Santa, we’re not doing our job. And that’s an even bigger risk to the award,” said Nim.
Lil nodded and both elves started to fly to the window.
“But…,” Glitter said. “If you can’t get back to the North Pole to give your report, you can’t get in trouble.”
“What in the world would stop us from flying back?” Nim asked as he turned to face Glitter.
Glitter tackled Nim and Lil to the ground and galloped around them with dental floss in her mouth, tying them securely.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you report to Santa.”
“Glitter!” The two elves struggled against the minty floss as Glitter stuffed them into empty 2 liter bottles.
“It’s for the good of the team,” Glitter wrote a note to the boys while Nim and Lil glared at her.
“Santa is going to wonder where we are Glitter.” Nim hoped that Glitter would be afraid to disappoint Santa. Again.
“Oh don’t worry about that,” she said. “I’ll just tell him you were all tied up.”
I had to stop Nim and Lil from telling Santa you were fighting with each other and not listening again. Try to listen and get along better because I don’t think the floss will hold them for long.
Lil and Nim whirled around the living room with Christmas garland streaming behind them.
“We did it Lil!”
“I never should have doubted you Nim!”
“Will you two knock it off already.” Glitter smiled and shook her head. “Just because you got away with the mess you made yesterday, doesn’t mean you can do it again today.”
“Oh Glitter,” Lil laughed. “Where’s your Christmas spirit?”
“Right where it belongs,” said Glitter pointing to her glittery heart charm.
“Now what do we do?” asked Nim coasting down to the floor.
“Something clean,” said Glitter. “The boys took full blame for your little stunt and they are in big trouble with The Parents.”
The birthday breakfast bribe had worked. The boys were not going to tell anyone else that they saw Nim move. The Parents, however, were not amused.
“It was very nice of the boys to take the blame for the giant snowstorm.” Lil looked down guiltily.
“And to clean it up,” said Glitter.
Nim shifted uncomfortably wondering if that last 5lb bag of flour he dumped on the floor was really necessary. “We have to make their day extra special!”
“And extra clean,” said Glitter.
“Windex?” Lil and Nim looked at Glitter.
“It was worth a try,” she mumbled as she trotted away.
Lil flew to the tree to find a couple of candy canes in the branches while Nim gathered up all of the garland, string and dental floss he could find.
They spent the next hour or more zig-zagging zip lines all over the living room and kitchen.
“Well?” asked Nim once they were done.
“Looks great!” said Glitter.
“It does?” said Lil with shock.
“Yes, clean lines and not a speck of dust on the floor!”
Rolling their eyes and hiding their grins, Nim and Lil grabbed a candy cane and tested their lines.
“You both have to tell Santa what happened.”
Nim groaned and put his head in his hands.
“But it was an accident,” said Lil.
“It doesn’t matter,” said Glitter. “There are no accidents when it comes to Elf Sightings.”
“What’s going to happen to us?” asked Nim. “What will Santa do?”
Glitter pulled out her copy of The Book and hoofed through the pages until she found the section on “Elf Movement”. She sighed and read the section aloud.
Chapter 5, Section 3
Statute 14.3 – All Mischief Makers must cease moving when their charges enter the room. Under no circumstances can they see you move. Violations of this statute may result in termination or reassignment.*
“Then we’re finished,” moaned Nim with his head down.
“Hold on,” said Glitter. “There’s more.”
*Mischief Makers who break this statute may reduce sentencing to a mere fine of 10 gumdrops and 3 bottles of maple syrup by ensuring their charges do not tell anyone what they witnessed.
“But…how are we going to do that?” Nim scratched his head. “They already told The Parents.”
“The Parents are adults,” said Glitter. “Adults never believe anything when it comes to Santa and his elves.”
Nim and Lil stared at each other. How could they possibly convince the boys not to tell anyone else?
“Tomorrow might very well be our last day with the boys,” Lil said sadly.
“Wait,” said Nim. “Tomorrow is December 19th.”
“So?” said Lil.
“Sooo…it’s Joe’s birthday!”
Nim’s face brightened as he rose to his feet. “I know just how we can get them to stay quiet.”
“How?” asked Lil.
Lil tilted her head to the side. “Huh?”
“What does Joe want more than anything else for his birthday?”
Lil shook her head and hunched her shoulders.
“Snow! And we are going to give it to him.”
“What are you going to do?” Glitter gulped.
“The less you know, the better off you are Glitter. If this backfires, we can honestly tell Santa you had nothing to do with it.”
With a jerky nod, Glitter turned and went back to the couch. “I’ll just…take a little nap with Barrel.”
“How on earth are we going to give him snow?” asked Lil. “We aren’t that magical.”
Nim hopped up to the counter and sat on a canister filled to the top with flour.
“Oh no, no Nim. That is WAY too messy.”
“But it will work. We’ll make it snow in the kitchen and leave a note asking them to keep our secret in return for the present.”
“No ‘buts’ Lil. This is the only way.”
“Not that I can hear you or anything,” Glitter called from the living room. “But I think this is a terrible idea and you’ll only end up getting into more trouble.”
Lil sat deep in thought for a long time. “Ok. We’ll do it.”
Nim scribbled a quick note to wish Joe a very happy birthday and pleading with both boys to keep what they saw to themselves.
Lil flew wildly around the kitchen table throwing handfuls of tiny paper triangles, half circles and diamonds in the air along with paper snowflakes.
Glitter peeked over the couch but quickly ducked when she saw Nim flying through the air, dumping flour all over the table and floor.
When they hovered above the kitchen to take in the chaotic blizzard they’d created, Nim and Lil smiled nervously at each other.
“I sure hope this works,” said Lil.
“It has to,” said Nim. “It’s our only hope.”
Not wanting to let perfectly good paper go to waste, the elves decided to make paper airplanes with the “elfies” they printed out the night before.
The plan was to make a bunch of them and leave them on the counter so the boys could race them.
“Make sure to make the nose extra pointy,” Nim instructed.
“And fold the wings at a slight angle,” Lil added.
Glitter let out a frustrated sigh. “It’s kind of hard to make a paper airplane with just hooves you know.”
“If you just hold the paper down with one hoof, and–.”
“No, I’ve had enough. I’m going to make hot chocolate.”
Glitter cantered off to the kitchen with Barrel bounding right behind her.
“I really think we need to test these out first,” said Nim as he folded another fighter jet.
“I agree, but we need a target.”
“How about those snowglobes?”
“Absolutely not!” Glitter bellowed from the kitchen.
“Ok,” said Lil with a wink at Nim. “What about the ornaments on the tree?”
“NO!” another shout echoed from the cupboard.
“I know!” Nim said a little louder than necessary. “Let’s aim at the pictures on the wall!”
Glitter came galloping out of the kitchen.
“Are you trying to lose the Top Shelf Elf trophy??” she asked.
“We were just kidding,” said Nim.
“We’d never purposely try to break anything.”
“Let’s make a target,” said Nim. “We can use that present under the tree.”
Glitter groaned and shook her head while Nim and Lil laughed.
“Ok, “said Nim. “We’ll use an empty shoebox. I think I saw one in the living room.”
Lil nodded in agreement and the two friends got to work.
When Nim had folded all the elfies and Lil’s target was ready, the four friends started to play.
“Wow! Did you see that Lil?”
“Hey, watch your aim!” Glitter grumbled as she ducked out of the way.
The team was having so much fun flying the planes, that they lost track of time. The boys came racing down the stairs just as Nim’s last plane whizzed through the target.
The boys skidded to a halt, eyes wide and mouths open.
“Do you think they saw me move?” Nim hovered above the target..
Both elves dove to the ground.
“Well that certainly didn’t go as well as we thought,” frowned Nim.
The car parade would have been a success…if the boys’ mom hadn’t stepped on one and slipped.
Lil shook her head. “I guess we shouldn’t have put them down the middle of the hallway.”
Glitter sighed rather loudly. “There’s no point in feeling sorry for ourselves. We’ll just have to do better tonight.”
Nim and Lil shook their heads sadly. They were definitely in danger of losing the trophy now. Parent complaints were a black mark on the Elf Record of Mischief Mishaps.
“We have a few more jokes we can leave for them,” offered Lil.
“Or, we could build them a Lego Christmas tree,” put in Nim.
“You know…we could take a few Elfies,” said Lil.
“What are Elfies?” Glitter had a wary look on her face.
“Sparkle, another Mischief Maker, was talking about it last night,” said Nim.
Lil nodded her head. “Yes, Sprinkles and she took a bunch of pictures of themselves and plastered them all over the walls.”
Glitter slowly nodded her head. “Elfies. Yes, I suppose there is no danger of injury if we did that.”
“I’m not going to be left out of the fun,” she said.
“And neither is Barrel.”
“There is only one problem,” said Nim. “The printer is in The Parents’ room.”
Nim and Glitter shivered.
But Lil was not daunted. “Oh come, where’s your sense of adventure? This is a challenge!”
Nim smiled and nodded his head. “Yes, yes…this will be a—,”.
“Terrible idea!” Glitter interrupted.
“That sounds like something the old Glitter would say,” Lil sighed.
Glitter huffed and pawed the floor. “Oh fine. But you can make the copies. My hooves would be too loud on the floor of their room.”
Nim and Lil flew to the camera on the counter and started snapping Elfies and pictures of Glitter and Barrel.
When they’d taken more than a hundred pictures, they quietly tip toed to the bedroom and printed them all out.
Every snore and sigh made them jump, but they managed to print them all without waking the sleeping giants.
“Barrel and I could hear the printer all the way in the kitchen,” said Glitter when they came out. “How in the world did The Parents sleep through that racket?”
“Earplugs,” said Nim.
“And a little magic,” said Lil.
(For Part 1, click here.)
Glitter returned from the North Pole with barely a second to spare, so Lil did not have a chance to talk to her until the boys were sound asleep that night.
“What took you so long, Glitter?” said Lil. “Did you get lost?”
“No, no,” laughed Glitter. “My errand just took a bit longer than expected. She held up a Gingerbread train kit. “To go with the houses the boys made.”
“Wow!” said Nim. “That is so cool!”
“What about the report?” asked Lil. “Was Santa upset we didn’t come ourselves?”
“Nope. Santa was happy with the report,” she said as she handed a bottle of Medicinal Maple Syrup to Nim. “And he hopes Nim feels better soon.”
Nim made quick work of the syrup and was soon humming Christmas carols with droopy eyes.
“Why don’t you go rest up while Lil heads to the North Pole to give the report.
“Ok,” said Lil. “If you’re sure…”
“I’m sure,” said Glitter with a smile. “Besides, I don’t think Santa will like it if I come two nights in a row.”
“No, of course, I’ll get Nim settled and–“.
“Leonard the reindeer, what kooky little dude,” sang Nim. “With his crazy head and fur that’s red…blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.”
“Wow, this maple syrup works fast,” said Lil as she helped Nim into a stocking and flew out the window.
Before long, Glitter could hear soft snores coming from the fireplace.
Knowing that she didn’t have much time before Nim woke up and Lil returned, Glitter galloped off in search of Barrel.
A few hours later, Lil returned and shook Nim awake.
“It’s almost time,” she said.
Nim shook his sleepy head and yawned.
“Looks like Glitter got the train all set up,” said Lil. “But where is she?”
Nim blinked, stretched and then froze.
Glitter stood on the back of the couch, a marker in her hoof and a gleam of triumph in her eyes.
She turned her head and smiled at Nim and Lil.
“I told you I’d get revenge.”