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Mischief Makers Day 20: Cabinet Cleanout

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Day 20 Cabinet Cleanout

“Where in Santa’s Sleigh is the cinnamon?!” Pixie was in the pantry, making a bit of a mess of the spices and canned goods. 

“I think I might have used it all,” said Figgy. “In the…cookies I made last week.”

Pixie burst out laughing. “You mean the ones that made the boys run to the sink and put their head under the faucet just to cool their mouth? Those cookies?”


Figgy turned pink. “Who knew cinnamon and cayenne pepper wouldn’t go together?”

“Everyone, Figgy. Everyone.” Pixie wiped tears of mirth from her cheeks.

“Well I guess that means no mulled cider tomorrow.” 

Hot mulled cider was Joe’s mom’s favorite holiday drink, and they needed to do something to get on her good side after the glitter and confetti mess.”

“I thought I saw some cinnamon sticks in there the other day,” said Glitter as she peeled oranges and grated lemons.

“This cabinet needs a cleanout. Look at this bottle of curry powder.” Figgy held up a container of bright yellow powder. “It expired in 2010!”


Pixie whipped around, bumping her head on the top drawer and sending containers of spices crashing to the floor. 

“Ouch!” Pixie rubbed her head and winced. “What if we clean it out? That is sure to make Mom happy.”

Glitter smiled. “That’s a–.” 

“Ooo, great idea Pixie! We can throw away all the old spices and anything she never uses.”

“I don’t thin–,” Glitter started.

“Like this extra box of baking soda. She doesn’t need two of them.” Pixie dumped the white powder out, spilling most of it on the floor.


“And this imitation vanilla. Yuck!” Figgy made a face.

“And why in the North Pole does she need smoked paprika and regular paprika?” Pixie threw the bottle in the garbage.


Glitter peeked in the garbage can, concerned. “I don’t know. Aren’t garlic salt and garlic powder used for different dishes?”

“Nah,” said Figgy. “Why would she need both?”

Pixie and Figgy continued to clean the cabinet out with a manic zeal while Glitter looked on with growing concern. 

“Red and yellow curry powder?” Figgy asked. 

“Chuck the yellow,” said Pixie. “The red is more festive.”

Glitter sighed. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.


Mischief Makers Day 19: Booming Birthday

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Day 19 Booming Birthday

“It worked! Their mom was so mad. There is NO WAY Joe still believes that she is doing all this crazy stuff!” Pixie pirouetted and Figgy frolicked. 

Today’s when Joe begins his ninth year
Fa la la la la, la la la la
With this game we’ll bring him good cheer
Fa la la la la, la la la la
With candy under the last cu-up
Fa la la, la la la, la, la, la
Jake and Joe will eat it u-up
Fa la la la la, la, la, la, la

“Great job guys!” Nim and Lil flew through the window and gave Pixie and Figgy big hugs. 


“What are you guys doing here?” Pixie asked, smiling even more brightly.

“We wouldn’t miss Joe’s birthday,” said Nim.

“He’s going to be so excited to see you tomorrow.” Figgy clapped his hands and bounced on his toes. 

Nim and Lil smiled and looked around at the surprise Figgy and Pixie had set up for Joe. 

Dixie cups littered the floor and the table was covered with a bright Christmas tablecloth and every breakfast treat imaginable. 

“No chocolate lake this year?” asked Lil.

“No snowman donuts?” said Nim.

“We wanted to do something different.” Pixie pointed to the tree. 

Nim and Lil stared, open-mouthed at the Christmas tree. It was decked out with colorful balloons and streamers.


“Wow,” Nim said in awe. “You really stepped it up.”

Pixie blushed. “That’s not all.” 

Figgy beamed and pointed to the living room with a flourish. “We set up a game too.”

“Dixie cup dash,” said Pixie. “The boys will race to find the hidden treats and treasures.” 

“We never would have thought to do this,” said Lil. “With this surprise, you two are sure to win the Top Shelf Elf trophy again this year.”

Pink and green blurred together as the two elves twirled and whirled with excitement.


Mischief Makers Day 18: Confetti and Catastrophe

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Day 18 Confetti and Catastrophe

Figgy, Pixie, Nim and Lil sat in the break room at Santa’s Workshop. The Toymakers had finished early and were off celebrating at Gumdrops and Eggnog before the last minute requests started coming in. 

“Does Jake still believe?” asked Santa after hearing the full account of Joe’s recent conversation with his mom.


“We think so,” said Pixie. “At least, he still gets really excited every morning and rushes out of his room to see what we’ve done.”

“And he never asks his mom if she did it…like Joe does.” Figgy sniffed and wiped a tear from his cheek. 

“Santa?” Lil’s voice was quiet. The kind of quiet that meant Santa wouldn’t like what she was about to say. “Maybe it’s time to resort to…drastic measures.”

Santa stared hard at Lil. The bright twinkle that normally shone in his eyes dimmed a little as though he knew what she was going to say. He sighed heavily. “I suppose so, Lil. But you know how I feel about it.”

“We know,” said Nim. “But what choice do we have?”

Nim and Lil turned as one to Pixie and Figgy. 

“Figgy, I think you know what we have to do.”

“Not Section 2 Chapter 5 Rule 3.2?” Figgy’s voice trembled. “Are you sure? It seems so…drastic.”

“Desperate times…,” said Nim.

“Uh…what is Section 1B?” asked a perplexed Pixie.

“Why don’t you take her back and explain, Figgy,” said Lil. 

“Here.” Nim handed Figgy a box of sugar cubes. “Mix three sugar cubes with a bottle of molasses. She’s going to need it.”

                        *                      *

Pixie finished off the bottle of elixir and took three deep breaths. 


“So, let me get this straight,” she began. “We are going to purposely dust the entire house with glitter? Actual glitter??”

“And confetti,” answered Figgy. 

“And this is in The Book? Sanctioned by Santa?”

Figgy sighed. “Only in the most dire of circumstances.”

Pixie shook her head in disbelief. “But, what about the rule that states “No Mischief Maker should purposely make a mess of the entire house. Specifically glitter and confetti. Specifically, Figgy. Those two are called out specifically!

“Yes, but you are forgetting the footnote.” Figgy opened his copy of The Book and pointed to the tiny footnote.”



“Footnote 2.1 – Rule 3.2 may be broken only if assigned child shows consistent and increasing symptoms of “Disbelief” in Santa’s Magic. Mischief Makers must get permission from Santa before proceeding.”

“Who reads the footnotes?!” 

Figgy snickered. 

Pixie stood up and squared her shoulders. “Well, let’s get started then.” 

“And let’s finding a hiding place where their mom can’t reach. I have a feeling she is not going to be very happy with us tomorrow.” 

Pixie giggled nervously and flew off to set up. 


Mischief Makers Day 17: Pixie Picaso

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Day 17 Pixie Picasso

“Er, what is that, Figgy?” Pixie’s head tilted from side to side, trying to figure out what Figgy was painting. 

Figgy looked at her in disbelief. “It’s Santa.”

Pixie studied it harder. 

She moved closer.

She moved further away.

She stood on her head.

“Ahem.” Figgy tapped his toes.

“Oh, uh, of course. I see him now.” Her tone was less than convincing, but Figgy just shrugged. Some elves just couldn’t see true art.


Pixie smiled and got back to her painting of the boys, continuing their conversation about what Glitter could be up to. They had thought of some pretty fantastical excuses for her behavior.

“Maybe she’s training for a job on Santa’s team.”

“Or maybe she’s planning a big surprise party to celebrate the end of the season,” said Figgy.


Pixie stopped painting mid-stroke. “Or maybe…she’s training a super secret network of elf spies to make sure the toymakers are doing their jobs correctly.”

“Pixie, that’s–.”

“No, no. Hear me out. Did you see the quality of some of those toys last year? The brittle plastic? The shoddy craftsmanship?”

“But that was not the toymakers doing, they’re not in charge of ordering materials. That’s the Santa’s Supply Staff’s job.”

“Ok, ok, but what about ‘The Recall’?”

Figgy gasped. He’d forgotten about ‘The Recall’. It had been a big scandal in the Toymaker’s Workshop. Santa’s Toymakers had tried to cover it up but, unfortunately, a blabbermouth named Buzzy told his friend Gabby who told her friend Squeaker who leaked it to the rest of the North Pole community.

“Santa was so mad,” said Figgy. “I’d never seen him lose his temper before.”

“I know,” added Pixie. “When he said ‘No candy canes for any of the toymakers at dinner,’ I knew it was serious.”

“Poor Toymakers could only have gumdrops, chocolate trees and lollipops for dinner that night.” Figgy shook his head sadly.

A bright light flashed at the window followed by a loud crack. Figgy and Pixie jumped, knocking over paints and canvases. 

“What was that!?” whisper-shouted Pixie. Figgy peered out the window…and gasped. 

Pixie peered over his shoulder. “It’s Glitter, but what are those things prancing around her legs?”


“Tiny reindeer!” shouted Figgy, bouncing on his toes. “Aren’t the so cute!?”

The two elves stood aside as Glitter and her three tiny reindeer trotted into the kitchen. 

“Pixie, Figgy,” said Glitter proudly. “I’d like you to meet my new charges.”

The teeny reindeer stepped forward in turn.

“I’m Thunder.”

“I’m Blixen.”

“An’ I’m Rudolph Junior.” Rudolph Junior’s nose was slightly pink and glowing, just like the original Rudolph had when he had been a young calf.

“Glitter, is this what you’ve been up to?” asked Pixie. 

“Yes, Santa put me in charge of training the next herd of Reindeer Pets.” Glitter cocked her head. “You seem disappointed, Pixie. What did you think I was doing?”

Figgy snorted.



Mischief Makers Day 16: Up a Tree

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Day 16 Up a Tree

“And we can have a room just for reading, and a secret door.”

“And a rope ladder, Joe. We have to have a rope ladder.”

The boys were discussing the tree house they planned to build when the weather got warmer. The tree they had in mind for it had lost a few smaller branches and their dad said they could use it for their dream tree house as long as they planned it out and saved for the materials to build it.

“Time for bed boys. Go brush your teeth and get your pjs on.”

“Aw, but Mom…”.

“No buts, time to get to bed so those elves can come and make whatever mischief they have planned.” 

Jake perked up and zipped into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Joe looked at his mom and sighed. 

“I know, Mom.”

“Know what sweetie?”

“You know. That it’s you.”

His mom looked at him in confusion.

“Oh come on, Mom. You are the elves! You stay up and do all the work.”

“Sweetie, I have no idea what you are talking about.”


She ruffled his hair. “You’re tired. Now go brush your teeth and get your pjs on. I’ll come to tuck you in when you’re done.”

With a heavy, exaggerated sigh, Joe tramped off to the bathroom, mumbling under his breath. 

*             *             *

“Where’s Santa?” Figgy frantically flew to Nim and Lil’s office at the North Pole.


“Figgy? Pixie? What’s going on?” asked Nim in alarm.

“Where’s Santa?? We have an emergency!” Pixie paced and panicked in front of Lil’s desk.

“Calm down,” said Lil. “Take a deep breath and tell us what happened.”

“Joe and Jake were–.”

“…talking about treehouses–.”

“…and poles to slide down–.”

“…brush their teeth and–.”

“FIGGY! PIXIE! CALM DOWN!” Nim had never yelled so loud, had never seemed so intimidating as he did right now. 

Pixie and Figgy immediately stopped interrupting each other and gasped, taking big, deep breaths to calm themselves.

“Sorry,” said Figgy and Pixie in a small, sad voices.

Lil took a seat at her desk. “Now, tell us what happened.”

Figgy, in as calm a manner as he could muster, related the whole tale. When he was done, Nim and Lil were absolutely silent. 

“Well,” said Pixie. “What should we do?”

Nim cleared his throat. “Go back. Carry out whatever you had planned for tonight.”


“We’ll talk to Santa and let you know the game plan as soon as we can. For now, it’s business as usual.”

“Can’t we talk to Santa now? Where is he?” Pixie half stood to go in search of him.

“No. Santa is busy. There was…an emergency in the reindeer barn.”

Figgy’s eyes grew wide with concern. He and Lil knew that Glitter had been spending a lot of time in the reindeer barn. “Is Glitter–?” 

“Glitter is fine,” Lil said softly, reassuringly. “I promise.”

“Now go,” repeated Nim. “You’re running out of time. Morning will be here before you know it.”

With nothing left to say, Pixie and Figgy took off, heading back to their house. Both wondering how long it would continue to be their house. 


Mischief Makers Day 15: Picture Perfect

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Day 15 Picture Perfect

Figgy the Frosty Elfman,
Liked to run around and play.
Pulling out lights and fry pans,
Telling Glitter jokes all day!

Pixie just loved to listen
All is jokes were really grand.
She even liked Glitter’s banter,
And always gave them both a hand!

Til one cold, dark winter’s eve
Pixie came to say
“Figgy with your pointy hat
Won’t you help me get the cats?”

But kitties don’t like to listen,
They like to do things on their own.
Figgy the Frosty Elfman,
Sorry ‘bout your funny bone!

“I guess hitching the cats to a sleigh was not the best idea,” said Pixie, trying hard not to giggle.

“I g-guess–haha–not, ha ha-ha, hee-hee.” Poor Figgy could not stop laughing. He’d hit his funny bone chasing after Boots and Echo and hadn’t yet recovered. 

“Especially since Figgy is allergic to cats.” Glitter, who had returned late, also tried not to smile. Figgy’s laugh was contagious and the situation, hilarious.

Pixie picked up the red nose. “Now what? Turning the cats into Rudolph and Dasher is out. What should we do?”

Glitter trotted over to examine the red nose. “How many noses do you have?”

“Just this one,” said Pixie.

“Hee-hee, ha, ha…b-but we can-ha!-make m-mor-ha-ha-ha.”

“Figgy’s right! We have a bunch of red construction paper. We can make as many as we want.”

“Good,” said Glitter. “Let’s get cutting, we’ll need quite a few.”

“Why? What do you have in mind?”

“I think we’ll decorate some of the family pictures. Everyone needs a nose job.”

“Ha-ha, hahaha..HA!”


Mischief Makers Day 14: Ex-stream-ly Exciting

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Day 14 Ex-stream-ly Exciting 

The Smoothie Sensation was, quite possibly, the best event of the season. 

At least so far. 

The kids woke up to a freezer full of strawberries and blueberries and their mom, who’s eyes were still a bit red and puffy from the experimental cookies, was just happy not to have to make breakfast. 

“You know,” said Pixie. “I really don’t know why Joe would think his mom was behind all of this.” 

“I know what you mean,” said Figgy. “Why would she purposely give herself a severe allergic reaction and then write a letter of complaint to Santa pretending to be angry about it?”

Pixie shook her head, smiling…only slightly. It was still too fresh to be really funny. 

Glitter came sailing through the window and landed with a clatter on the table. Green streamers rolled out in front of her. “I’ve brought the supplies you asked for.”


Pixie and Figgy still were not sure what Glitter had been up to at the North Pole. Or, for that matter, why it was such a big secret. They’d tried to get it out of her at check-in, but she just smiled and changed the subject. 

“So, what are your plans? What are you going to do with all these streamers?

Figgy and Pixie had brainstormed ideas for the next several nights. They had plans in place to wow the boys and, hopefully, keep their mom–if not happy, at least not angry.

“We are creating a Christmas tree made of streamers,” said Pixie. 

“We’re hanging it in the front door from the light fixture,” said Figgy.

“And…in the middle, we are building a secret fort for the boys to play in!” Pixie pirouetted and did a little curtsy.

“And then,” began Figgy. “Tomorrow night we—.”

“SHHHHH! Don’t give away all our plans, Figgy.”

Figgy shrugged his shoulders with a sheepish grin. 

Glitter raised an eyebrow.

Figgy and Pixie gathered up the green rolls. “Would you like to help us, Glitter?”

“Oh I would, but I have to get back to the North Pole to, erm, take care of a few things.”

It was Pixie’s turn to raise a brow. “Take care of what? What are you being so secretive about?”

But Glitter pretended not to hear as she flew out the window. “See you tomorrow!”

Pixie and Figgy watched her soar through the night. Something was definitely going on.


Mischief Makers Day 13: Smoothie Sensation


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Day 13 Fruit Fiasco

Santa’s office was crowded, stuffy and tense. Pixie and Figgy stood, head bowed, next to Glitter while Nim and Lil explained what had happened with the cookies.

“Apparently, Joe and Jake made their mom try Figgy’s…experimental cookies and, well, let’s just say it was not good. Not good at all.” Lil nudged Nim.

“Right,” he said, nodding at Lil. “On the bright side, Joe and Jake both enjoyed baking and decorating the cookies.”

Santa tapped his shiny black booted foot on the floor. He looked from Pixie to Figgy and from Figgy to Nim and Lil. 


Figgy cleared his throat. “Well…at least it got a laugh…”. Figgy gulped at Santa’s expression and looked at his toes.

“I don’t know what happened to cause the allergic reaction, Santa. All of the ingredients were from their pantry so we just assumed…”. Pixie trailed off, looking sorrowfully at Figgy.

“Ahem,” said Nim. “If I may, sir? I think it was the amount of cinnamon used in combination with the cayenne pepper and curry powder. It was very…potent.”

“I’ wa ike eaing a ‘ag o’ Red Hos,” said Glitter. She too had tried one of Figgy’s experimental cookies…much to her and her tongue’s regret. 


“What’s done is done,” Lil said briskly. “Now, we do damage control. What do you think Nim? Flower bouquet? Spa treatment? Theater tickets?”

“No, no, no,” said Santa. “You and Nim are Chief Mischief Makers now. It’s nice that you are dropping in to help now and again, but this is a problem that Pixie, Figgy, and Barrel must solve…on their own”

“What about Glitter?” asked Figgy. “Won’t she be coming back with us tonight?”

For the first time that night, Santa’s smile returned. “Glitter has some…other matters to attend to tonight.”

*      *      *

Figgy and Pixie flew back to the house in silence. So much was on their minds. How were they going to make up for the botched cookies? How were they going to keep Joe’s belief alive? What were the “other matters” that Glitter needed to “attend to”?

All thoughts of Glitter, Nim, Lil and even Santa’s displeasure fled as soon as they landed on the kitchen table. 

Barrel sat munching on a blueberries, a note from Joe under his back paws. A note that sent chills coursing down their little spines and drained the color from their tiny faces.

Dear Mom,

I know you are really the elves. 




Finally, Pixie broke the silence. “Forget about this Figgy. Focus on tonight and what we are going to do.”

“Forget about it?? Pixie, it’s right there. In writing. Joe doesn’t believe in us!!!”

“Then let’s make him believe! Let’s do something so great tonight that it will be impossible for him to think his mom is responsible. Let’s do something so awesome that their mom will completely forget about–.”

“Her burnt tongue? Her watering eyes? What can we do to erase those memories, Pixie?”

Pixie scowled and picked up a blueberry. “With that attitude, nothing. So let’s put our heads together and think of something.” 

PLOP! She threw the blueberry at Figgy’s head.

Figgy picked it up, ready to give Pixie a piece of his mind. Suddenly, his face lightened and he grinned. “Is there more fruit in the fridge? Because I have an idea.”


Mischief Makers Day 12: Cookie Craze



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Day 12 Cookie Craze

“Surprise!” Nim and Lil landed with a flourish on the counter as Figgy and Pixie were nervously reading the recipe for Nim and Lil’s Super Secret Sugar Cookie recipe. 

“OH THANK GOODNESS!!!” Glitter shouted as she charged to them. 

“Hey!” said Pixie with a frown. “We’re not doing that bad with this recipe.” 

Glitter turned, eyes narrowed and nodded at Figgy, who was covered in flour and frantically scooping sugar from a big bowl. 


“Ok, so Figgy put the entire bag of sugar in—”. 

“And the entire bottle of vanilla, and cinnamon—which isn’t even in the recipe!”  

Lil giggled. “It’s ok, we brought more vanilla and can help get you two back on track.”

Nim sniffed. “Mmmmm. The molasses cookie dough smells delicious!”

Figgy sighed. Heavily. “Well we made that last year didn’t we? It’s this abominable secret sugar cookie dough that we can’t quite get right.”

“Maybe if you’d follow the recipe….,” grumbled Glitter.

Figgy frowned. “I thought it would be fun to change it up a bit, Glitter.”

“Cayenne pepper would have changed it up a bit alright! What’s next? Garlic powder?”

Figgy scowled. “For all YOU know it would be delicious!”


“Guys, guys, calm down!” Lil scolded.

Figgy huffed. 

Glitter harrumphed.

Pixie looked at Nim and Lil, pleading with her eyes. Help!

“Ok,” said Lil. “Let’s all just take a deep breath and get back on track.”

“Fine,” said Figgy.

“If he would just stick to the recipe, then I–”.

“Glitter,” said Nim, a note of warning in his voice. 

Glitter snorted. “Fine.”

“I have an idea,” said Lil. “Figgy, why don’t you make a small batch of dough where you can experiment while Glitter, Pixie and I make the regular recipe?”


Figgy’s face brightened. “I’d love that!”

Glitter cleared her throat. “Just as long as he doesn’t mess with the original recipe, I suppose that is ok with me.”

Figgy took out a small bowl, spoon and apron and got to work. Nim and Lil watched with trepidation as he brought spices from the cabinet. 


“Are you sure about those, Figgy?” asked Pixie, eyeing the bottles. 

“Yep!” said Figgy. He dumped first ginger,  and topped it off with cayenne pepper. “Can you pass the maple syrup please?”


Mischief Makers Day 11: Sticky Situation

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Day 11 Sticky Situation

Oh little blank-et, soft and small
And made of red and gree-een
I want to fold you most of all
And decorate this sce-ene
With pillows and with fabric squares
A ribbon here, a throw rug there
Oh little blanket, soft and small
And made of red and gree-een

“I just don’t know what has gotten into Glitter lately,” whispered Pixie from her perch on the counter. 

“I know,” said Figgy with a snort. “Maybe she’s bored?”

Still sore from being scrunched up in two balls of yarn, Pixie and Figgy watched Glitter for a few more moments as she tidied up the living room. 


Deciding that she was well occupied with that chore, they both flew to the study in search of supplies. 

“We need a bunch of different colors,” said Pixie.

“And sizes,” added Figgy.

“What’s going on?” Glitter stood in the doorway, watching the elves as they gathered stacks and stacks of post-its. 


“We’re setting up the competition,” said Pixie.

“What competition?” Glitter sniffed suspiciously.

“On the one side we have Pixie, the Terror of the Tinsel!” Pixie held a pile of post-its in various colors.

“And on the other we have Figgy, the Gorgon of the Garland!” Figgy held an equally large and assorted pile of post-its.

Glitter looked at Barrel and sighed. 

Barrel looked at Glitter and scratched. 

Pixie and Figgy rolled foot over hat into the hallway and started plastering post-it notes on every available surface.

Or at least it seemed that way to Glitter. 

Upon closer look, however, she could see the beginnings of a—

“Creeper, check!” yelled Pixie as she zipped by Glitter.


And a few seconds later Figgy shouted. “Enderman, check!” 

The sound of rustling paper and zooming elves filled the room. Shouts of “Chicken, check!” and “Pig, check!” went on well into the wee hours of the morning. No post-it note was left unused. 


“We’ve successfully created a Minecraft World!” Figgy cheered and fist bumped Pixie. 

Oh little post-it, small and bright
All colorful and thi-in
I’ll sweep you up all nice and tight
And throw you in the trash bin
With other stuff, that won’t be used
A snotty rag, old pairs of shoes
Oh little post-it, small and bright
All colorful and thi-in

Confused and a little worried, Figgy and Pixie watched Glitter slowly make her way down the hall, clearing up the paper mess they’d left behind.

Something was definitely up.