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Mischief Makers Day 1: Tangled in Tinsel

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THUMP! Nim and Lil landed on the window sill and silently they crept into the house. It was “opening night” and they had something special planned to start the season off.

“Nim! This bag is heavier than Santa’s sleigh!” said Lil as she hefted the bag off of Nim.

Lil got a piece of paper and red marker down from the desk.

“What are you doing?” Nim whispered.

“Writing a letter to them…explaining to the girls how I found them.”

While Lil wrote, Nim opened his bag pulling out a packet of hot chocolate and a Christmas mug for each child.

There was one extra packet of cocoa in the box and Nim was feeling a bit hungry. He hadn’t had anything since his dinner of marshmallows and chocolate syrup–with a side of jelly beans.

He tried to be careful opening the extra packet of cocoa, but the powdery chocolate puffed out in a cloud and spilled all over the table.

Lil finished the note and pushed it over to the spilled cocoa.

“Look what you did,” she giggled, blue eyes twinkling as she scooped up a handful of powder.

“Hey, I opened that for me!” Nim shouted, throwing a handful of cocoa at Lil.

Lil squealed. The two mischief-making elves spent a few minutes having a cocoa fight before they spied ribbons and bows near a beautifully decorated tree. Nim and Lil looked at each other and smiled in silent agreement on their next activity.

Nim climbed the cabinet with a container of bows and plastered them all over the walls and countertops..

“Whee!” said Lil as she laughed and zoomed around the light fixture gathering handfuls of chocolate and throwing it in the air.

“Be careful Lil, you’ll get tangled up,” Nim was grinning at the sight of her zigging and zagging through the light fixture.

The warning came too late, and Lil suddenly found herself twisted in red tinsel rope and paper snowflakes.

Nim started to laugh. “I told you!”

Lil lobbed a bow at Nim and they found themselves hurling Christmas bows and ribbon at each other…Nim getting tangled in the tinsel rope too.

“Well,” said Lil breathlessly. “I suppose this is a good place to watch the kids.”

“Yes,” agreed Nim. “We can unravel ourselves tomorrow before we fly back to Santa.”

The elves smiled and with a sparkle in their eyes, waited excitedly for the kids to wake up.

Mischief Makers Day 0: Nim and Lil’ Lil

The North Pole air sparkled with frost and the smell of cocoa and cookies floated through the air. Christmas had finally come! Nim, one of Santa’s top Mischief Makers, was rosy-cheeked and ready, He’d been busy all year planning out the mischief and mayhem for each day in December and buzzed with excitement to see his assigned kids again.

Normally, Nim was the only elf assigned to watch Joe and Jake, and report to Santa on naughty and nice behavior. But this year, Santa had a surprise for Nim. Lil’ Lil, another Mischief Maker from the beta group, was to fly with him to the house.

“But why is she coming?” Nim asked as he and Santa scarfed a couple dozen of Mrs. Claus’ sugar cookies. Nim couldn’t help but worry that he wasn’t doing a good enough job of watching the boys on his own.

“She belongs to Bella and Cheyenne, Nim. You two will have fun planning all kinds of mischief together! Ho, ho, ho!” Santa chortled.

Nim smiled, letting out an excited sigh of relief. Of course! He had forgotten that the boys’ two cousins would be at the house too. Giving Santa a final salute, Nim flew off to meet up with his new partner.

Nim and Lil’ Lil met at the North Pole Launch Pad. Nim had a bag strapped to his back…a sticky surprise for the kids nestled inside.

“Hi,” Lil said, voice full of cheer. “You probably don’t remember me, but…”

Nim bounced on his toes. “Of course I remember you, Lil! It hasn’t been that long. Now, let’s go!”

Without waiting to see if she followed, Nim sped off into the night.

The Elves of Christmas Day 20: A Gingerbread Goodbye

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Lil stood in the warm glow of the kitchen, her hands dusted with flour, and her green apron slightly askew. She hummed softly as she rolled out the gingerbread dough, her movements precise and practiced.

Behind her, Mildred the giraffalope peeked over the counter, her long neck allowing her a perfect vantage point. Her antlers sparkled faintly, the magic that animated her still strong but growing softer as the days of the season dwindled.

“Lil,” Mildred said, her voice cheerful. “How do you think we should dress them up this time?”

Lil stopped mid-roll and turned, her eyes twinkling. “Oh, I don’t know, Mildred. Maybe we go classic—scarves, hats, the usual?”

Mildred tilted her head dramatically, her ears twitching. “Boring. Let’s do something fun! How about a pirate? Or a ballet dancer? Ooh, a superhero!”

Lil giggled. “Pirate gingerbread men? That’s ridiculous.”

“That’s perfect,” Mildred grinned.

And so, the baking began. Lil mixed and measured while Mildred used her nimble hooves to cut the dough into little gingerbread boys and girls. 

Lil crafted tiny eye patches from bits of licorice, and Mildred fashioned tutus from fruit roll-ups. Soon, the kitchen was a flurry of frosting, sprinkles, and an inexplicable amount of glitter.

“This one’s a ninja!” Mildred announced proudly, holding up a cookie dressed in a black frosting mask.

“And this one,” Lil said, carefully adding a dab of frosting, “is a rock star. Look at that mohawk!”

When the gingerbread men were finally complete, Lil and Mildred tiptoed around the home, posing their creations in the silliest scenarios they could imagine.

One cookie was perched on the edge of a teacup, fishing with a candy cane rod. Another dangled from the bookshelf, clinging to a strand of licorice like a daring adventurer. A tiny pirate stood atop a pile of marshmallows, his toothpick sword raised high.

Lil stepped back to admire their work, a smile on her face. “This might be my favorite project yet.”

Mildred nodded, her eyes sparkling. “They’re going to love it in the morning.”

Lil hesitated for a moment, then added, “You know, Mildred, I’m really going to miss this.”

“Me too.” Mildred smiled. “But just because my magic is fading doesn’t mean I won’t always be part of this.” She gestured to the little gingerbread men.

Lil’s grin returned, and she gave a playful nudge. “Well, if this is our last hurrah, I think we did it right.”

As the first rays of dawn peeked through the windows, Lil placed the final cookie—a tiny giraffalope with frosting antlers—at the center of the table.

“That’s you,” she said, her voice filled with warmth as she looked back at her. “Mildred?”

Mildred’s soft, plush body was no longer animated, her gentle smile now part of her fabric features. Lil let out a breath and smiled fondly. “Goodbye, Mildred.”

The Elves of Christmas: Mysterious Helpers

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Four pairs of elfin eyes stared at poor Pepper in shocked awe after Santa had given her a stern talking to about the “swamp incident” and the “dangers of over-imbibing” on maple syrup.

“But…why did you drink so much maple syrup?” asked Lil.

“Er, it tasted good?” offered Pepper. 

Lil tilted her head.

“I was…thirsty?” Pepper tried again.

Smarti raised a pencil thin eyebrow.

“Oh ok. She’d never had maple syrup!”

“Who on earth has never had maple syrup?!” Nim and Flaky exchanged incredulous looks. 

“Lucile,” said Pepper miserably.

When all four elves stared blankly at her, she expounded. 

“Lucile is…and this is going to sound crazy…she’s a giraffalope and she’s been helping me with the activities. We just got a bit carried away, that’s all.”

Silence blanketed the room as each elf stared at Pepper.

“Look,” she said uncomfortably. “I know it might seem like cheating, but there is nothing that says we can’t take a little help where–.”

“Leonard,” interrupted Nim. “He appeared that first night.”

“Gretyl,” said Flaky.

“Harold,” sighed Smarti. 

Lil shook her head in wonder. “Mildred.”

Pepper’s eyes widened. “And they all appeared to you the first night?”

Four elves nodded.

Nim frowned. “How on earth do we each have a giraffalope at our houses?”

Lil puffed out her cheeks. “I’d never even heard of a giraffalope before this season.”

The others nodded in agreement. 

“Something fishy is going on,” said Smarti. 

“Maybe we should tell Santa and Mrs. Claus,” Flaky added. 

“NO!” The other four elves shouted at once. 

“Not yet, Flaky,” said Pepper. “Let’s just…wait a bit.”

Each elf flew off to their assigned homes in varying levels of distraction. What in the North Pole was going on?

The Elves of Christmas Day 4: Flaky’s Faces Fears

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Flaky crouched, terrified to move a muscle. Where was she? It wasn’t as though Flaky spooked easily, but Gretyl the Giraffalope was so hyper and she moved so quickly, zooming and spinning around like an excited puppy. It was unnerving. 

Pssst. What are we hiding from?”

Flaky jumped a foot. Gretyl appeared at her shoulder, bouncing on her toes, trying…and failing…to be quiet.

“What’s wrong?” Gretyl asked. “Did you see a ghost?”

“N-no,” breathed Flaky. “Just you.”

For a brief second, so quick Flaky may have imagined it, Gretyl looked…hurt by her words. She quickly recovered, however, and launched into an interrogation that would have had the Elf Resources Department, or ER, hiring the giraffalope on the spot.  

“STOP!” Flaky couldn’t take it anymore. 

The hurt in Gretyl’s eyes was unmistakable now. Now she’d done it.

“I’m sorry, Gretyl. It’s just…you’re kind of, a lot.”

A sudden dawning understanding crossed Gretyl’s face. “Of course, Flaky. I should have known. They told me–.” Gretyl stopped talking suddenly, looking aghast. 

Who told you…what?”

Gretyl cleared her throat. “Oh you know. They…them. Those. So, what are we going to do tonight?”

Flaky, fear forgotten, looked at Gretyl suspiciously. Something was up. 

“But, you said–.”

“Ziplining!”

Nonplussed, Flaky could only stare in confusion. 

“We should do a zipline. Sabine will love it.”

Flaky brightened. The first few nights had not gone well. No messes or catastrophes, but nothing had truly excited Sabine. Sure she enjoyed the hot chocolate bar, new Christmas PJs, and gingerbread house kit. But she wasn’t bouncing out of bed, searching for Flaky as soon as she got up. Maybe a zipline would be just the thing to do that. 

“Worth a try,” Flaky murmured.  

Gretyl helped Flaky rig a zipline from the top of the tree to Sabine’s stockings. 

“You should test it out,” said Gretyl. 

“Me? Oh, I don’t know.”

“Flaky, you have to test your work. That’s the point of this zipline. It’s not as though Sabine will be able to do it. She’s much too heavy.”

Gretyl had a point, but Flaky hadn’t considered that she would be the one ziplining. 

“Oh-Okay.” Flaky warily climbed to the top of the tree and positioned herself at the height of the zipline. One, two, THREE!

“Wheeeeeeee!” Thump! 

“Well?” asked Gretyl after Flaky landed with a plop in the stocking. 

“That was…amazing! You have to try it!”

Flaky and Gretyl took turns zipping down to the stockings. Giggles and squeals filled the air until Gretyl slipped, getting tangled in the line. Flaky flew in to rescue her—resulting in stockings being knocked over, ornaments swinging, and garland tangled around the room.

“Oh deer,” said Flaky.

“Oh deer indeed,” agreed Gretyl. 

The Book: “Do try fun activities. Don’t turn the living room into an elf-sized obstacle course!”

The Elves of Christmas Day 1: Nim’s Hot Cocoa Bar

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Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat…THUNK!

“OW!” whisper-shouted Nim as he hopped on one foot wincing at the sharp pain shooting through his toes. 

Rrrrrufff! 

A small dog, blonde and fluffy scrabbled in his cage, trying to find the source of the noise Nim was making. 

On his tender tippy toes, Nim made his way to the kennel, shushing the pup and frantically waving his hands. “Good dog, nice dog. No need to be alarmed.”

The little dog’s tail wagged furiously and his pudgy face smiled in greeting. 

“Whew!” said Nim. “Disaster averted.”

Taking a deep breath, Nim gazed around the room, taking in his surroundings. Blankets were strewn haphazardly on the couches and stuffed animals littered the floor. The home was well-lived in and cozy. 

“Seems like a nice family,” he said to himself. “Now, where to set up the hot cocoa bar…”.

“Hot cocoa?” 

Nim jumped straight into the air, falling back to the floor with a loud THUNK! He spun around to face a small, odd-looking, stuffed reindeer. Or, was it a giraffe? “Wh-what, er I mean who are you?”

“I’m Leonard, and as for what I am, I think that is fairly obvious.”

“Is it?” asked Nim before he could stop himself. 

Leonard sighed, seemingly annoyed. “Yes. Obviously, I’m a giraffalope.”

Nim gaped at Leonard’s annoyed expression. “Oh, I’m so sor–.”

And then Leonard let loose the most delightful laugh Nim had ever heard. 

“You should see your face! I’m only joking. Of course you don’t know what I am. Joe made me at a Build-a-Bear, brought me home, and named me. I’m the only one of my kind.” Leonard puffed his chest, smiling proudly. 

Nim smiled. “Nice to meet you Leonard. I’m Nim.”

“Oh I know who you are,” said Leonard with a small smile.

Nim frowned. “You do?”

“Of course! San–.” Leonard stopped, eyes wide, and cleared his throat. “What’s in that bag?”

Nim gave his head a little shake, curious about the small giraffalope. “How do you know—.”

“Is that a hot chocolate bar? Can I help you set it up?”

Nim thought it over. There was nothing in The Book that prohibited outside help, but…

Sensing Nim’s hesitation, Leonard added, “I know the house pretty well, and am very familiar with the boys.”

Nim smiled. “Deal!”

Leonard quickly gave Nim a tour of the house, pointing out the boys’ rooms. Then, they got to work organizing the hot cocoa bar. Nim let Leonard take charge of the toppings, while he set to work making the chocolate. After a few hours of hard work, they stood back to look at their creation. 

Nim frowned. “Er, Leonard…I don’t think this is quite right. 

“What do you mean?”

Nim gazed over the scene. Sprinkles were scattered across the table, puffs of whipped cream circled the mugs and a giant pile of marshmallows was melted into an unidentifiable blob.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Nim sighed. The house was waking and they had no time to fix the mess Leonard had made. 

“I guess we’ll have our first entry in The Book,” he mumbled. 

“Oh? What is that?” asked Leonard. 

“When creating a hot cocoa bar, don’t make a mess!”

Mischief Makers Day 22: Manic Minutes

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Figgy and Pixie waited patiently for Nim and Lil. They were supposed to have met them at Candy Cane Cafe so they could all fly to the house together. Glitter had showed up and told them that Nim and Lil would just meet them at the Malloy’s. 

“Where are they?” asked Pixie for the hundredth time. 

“Santa must have needed them for longer than I thought,” said Glitter with a frown. 

“We really need to start setting up the games,” said Figgy. “I don’t think we can wait any longer.”

“Too bad, they were so excited to help tonight,” said Pixie. 

Glitter gazed at the sky, hoping to see the pair zooming toward the house. “Well, let’s get moving.”

“How many solo cups do we need?” asked Figgy as he pulled sleeve after sleeve after sleeve out of the giant bag of supplies. 

“Twenty-one per kid,” said Pixie. 

“Ok, that’s 21 times 12…carry the one, add the 2…the square root of 56 is…”.

“Geez Figgy, it’s 252,” said Pixie with a shake of her head. 

“Right. I knew that.”

“What about the ping pong balls?” asked Glitter.

“10 per kid,” said Pixie. 

“120 ping pong balls comi–.” 

Bddddddmmmmm! 

“Oh no!”

Ping pong balls spilled out over the floor rolling here, there and everywhere. 

Pixie and Figgy couldn’t help laughing as they watched Glitter canter around trying to gather them all back together.

“You could help me, you know!”

“Oh but it is so much more fun to watch,” said Pixie. At the glare from Glitter, Pixie relented and flew over to help collect them. 

“I’ll get the dice ready while Glitter plays ping-pong,” said Figgy. “How many do we need again?”

“Six per—72 Figgy. We need 72.”

“And 12 pairs of chopsticks!” Glitter shouted from the basement.

All three minute-to-win-it games were set up and still Nim and Lil were not at the house. 

“What did you say Santa needed to talk to them about, Glitter?” asked Figgy. 

When Glitter didn’t answer, Pixie prodded. “Glitter, tell us what you know.”

Glitter, who always seemed to be on top of all the North Pole news, didn’t answer at first. 

“Glitter?” Figgy folded his arms.

Turning to face Figgy and Pixie she admitted. “This time…I honestly have no idea. 

Mischief Makers Day 3: Snowmen at Night

“Glitter, stop fretting,” said Lil as she flew through the twinkling stars.

“I can’t. I just know he’s done something.”

“He wouldn’t.” But Lil sped up a bit…just in case.

“Nim?” Glitter tip toed around the kitchen table, searching. “Didn’t we leave him right here?”

“What’s that?” Lil pointed to a pile of white fuzz on the floor.

Glitter cantered closer.

Shave-y the snowmen
Was a jolly happy guy
He had lots of pals
And some friendly gals
Made him homemade apple pie!

It’s coming from the bathroom,” Lil whispered.

“Just follow the trail,” Glitter groaned.

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Lil looked down and saw a stream of shaving cream leading from the kitchen to the bathroom. She sped into the bathroom with Glitter galloping after her.

“Oh Nim!” Lil cried.

Nim sat on top of the mirror. Shaving cream snowmen surrounded him in various shapes and sizes.

Glitter stomped and snorted. Lil gasped and giggled.

“Isn’t it great?!” Nim asked.

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Glitter took a deep breath, ready to launch into a tirade.

“It’s amazing, Nim!” Lil squealed.

Glitter’s eyes popped. “Amazing???!! Are you crazy, Lil? It’s a disaster!”

But Lil wasn’t listening. She’d joined Nim on the ceiling and, before Glitter could make another protest, she got a shaving cream ball in the face.

Glitter spluttered. She shook. She stomped her hooves in the shimmery snow. As she looked up at the two elves, there was an unsettling gleam in her eyes.

“Game on,” she whispered.

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