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Mischief Makers Day 0: The Launch

Twas the Night Before Mischief

November 30, Elf Launchpad, North Pole

“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa boomed. “Let the season begin!”

A great cheer roared through the crowd of elves. They clapped, jumped and shouted at the conclusion of Santa’s annual Mischief Maker Launch Address. A red, white and green blur rocketed high into the air as elves soared to their assigned homes.

A trio lingered behind.

“Santa,” said Nim, a wiry, brown-haired Mischief Maker. “Any advice on how to keep our Top Shelf Elf status?”

Nim’s partner, Lil, nodded eagerly.

“We shouldn’t bother Santa with our questions,” said Glitter, a prim look of disapproval on her furry face. “It’s not fair to the other elves.”

“Well they could have stayed behind and asked too,” said Lil.

Santa smiled indulgently and shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t help you three. Glitter is right. It wouldn’t be fair to the others.”

Nim shrugged. “Oh well. It was worth a try!”

“Have a good season,” said Santa. “And try to not to make too much mischief.”

With a wink, a twirl and a bow, the Top Shelf Elf Team soared into the night.

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Mischief Makers: Prologue

The Mischief Makers, an elite team of Santa’s elves, have a very special job. Each elf lucky enough to make the team is assigned one child to watch and entertain for the Christmas Season.

Starting December 1, every Mischief Making Team does their very best to give their charges a magical Christmas full of fun and surprises.

The coveted Top Shelf Elf Trophy is awarded to the most mischievous elves. Nim, Lil and Glitter, last year’s winners, are eager to win the trophy again this season. But, mayhem follows mischief and the team must band together if they want a chance to keep their award.

The first story of the season will be posted on Friday, November 30th!

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Winterizing

The day it snowed
the chickens crowed,
“What is the fluffy stuff?”

Their feet were cold,
they were not bold,
they fled back in a huff.

I changed their bed
and got them fed,
then had a little talk.

“Look here dear hens,
I’ve cleaned your pens,
start laying eggs or walk.

Their feathers puffed,
they squawked and huffed,
“Just give us one more try!”

I shrugged and clucked,
“You’re out of luck.
Start laying eggs or–…!”

Discovery

I found him in the garden
hiding in plain sight.
He slowly turned his head
and then he tried to take a bite.

I scooped him in my bug house
and fed him grass and ants.
I showed him to my brother.
“This guy’s good for plants.”

I gave him to my mommy.
She smiled and scratched her head
“I think you are mistaken,
the male’s already dead.”

She pointed to its stomachs
and counted one by one.
“A girl has 6, a boy has 8
You’ve caught a girl my son!”

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CHOMP!

Hiding in the bushes,
nestled in the green.
Slowly turning back and forth,
you calmly watch the scene.

Rustling in the roses,
your head snaps to the side.
Cautiously you step, then pause,
your eyes kept open wide.

Sensing your dark presence,
the prey shivers in fright.
Stealthy, you close in and then–
CHOMP! You take a bite!

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Little Yellow Dots

Teeny, tiny yellow dots
are moving on the plants.
Little pinprick holes in spots
like sticky, icky ants.

These pollen looking pests all
crowd and gather on the stem.
Around the leaves they all crawl
and munch and crunch on them.

What are these nasty vermin?
And from where did they come?
Milkweed aphids have moved in
and made us all feel glum.

How far will this army go
with their full-blown attack?
Stripping leaves to my great woe,
they eat their milkweed snack.

Green Tomatoes

It’s quiet in the garden,
and yet I can’t explain.
All of my tomatoes seem
to stay a shade of green.

Some are jade with yellow stripes
and some with darker hues.
Some are trying hard to change
while others just refuse.

On the vine they linger,
a feast for all the bugs.
I gnash my teeth in anger
and watch the slimy slugs.

As one last hopeless effort,
I check back to the day
I planted these tomatoes.
What do the packets say?

When I looked at the pictures,
chagrined, I shook my head.
All were green and yellow striped,
not one of them was red!

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A Pile of Weeds

I look around my garden
and everywhere I spy,
a pile of weeds.

I gaze around my homestead
and suddenly I see,
so many needs.

My veggie patch needs tending,
my roses overgrown,
the vines grow tall.

My vineyard weeds exploded.
The mint attacks the grapes.
I see it all.

And then I hear a giggle,
I walk around the back…
and what a sight!

Two boys are in my garden.
They play a made up game.
Their eyes so bright.

Best Laid Plans

The caterpillars climb up high
to make a chrysalis.
They slowly knit,
they never quit,
until they make it fit.

As butterflies begin to fly,
they flutter in the breeze.
They flit and flee
around each tree,
each flower, bud and me.

Yet sometimes plans will go astray,
and transformations fail.
Poor wrinkled things,
with dark wet strings,
and withered soggy wings.

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But Mother Nature marches on.
The sun will rise again.
More butterflies
will soar and rise
and float up in the skies.

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Too Many Weeds

There are too many weeds in my garden, Mom.
I don’t know where to begin.

There are too many weeds in my garden, Mom.
Can we just start over again?

There are too many weeds in my garden, Mom.
I can’t tell a weed from a sprout.

There are too many weeds in my garden, Mom.
Please, can you help a kid out?

There are too many weeds in my garden, Son.
The dock has grown wild and untamed.

There are too many weeds in my garden, Son.
The thistles have made me ashamed.

There are too many weeds in my garden, Son.
If we work together we’ll win.

There are too many weeds in my garden, Son.
It’s too late to start over again!

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