Santas's personal Log
Starry night date :170 NTC
Well..
This morning I awoke to discover the NORTH POLE mail delivery truck parked sideways in my yard with a note On it written in elvish,, that said I quit....
When I opened the back of the truck I found Bags of letters stacked clear to the ceiling.
Seemed like quite a bit of Santa Claus mail seeing how... I .. "Santa" usually get two or three bags of letters a day...
...but this was July..
And the truck was Stuffed with Letters.
Strange.. I thought to myself...
As I grabbed to bags of mail to drag into the house and start reading.
Fifty bags of mail later..
I sat there scratching my head..
All the mail was addressed for.... Prancer..
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Candy Cane Confusion
PERSONAL LOG
STAR DATE: 80 Star filled nights till Christmas
This morning started out like any other morning. The misses and I awoke to the merry little sound of our jingle bell alarm clock. We got up, got dressed, fixed our hair and headed down to the kitchen for breakfast where Mrs Claus made me a wonderful breakfast of pancakes(with butter and maple syrup) sausage, scrambled eggs (with onion and cheese), toast, (with strawberry jelly) orange juice and coffee. I had just applied a healthy portion of butter to my pancakes and was about to add the syrup when I noticed a rather annoying whining sound coming from outside. That doesn't sound good I thought to my self but not wanting my delicious breakfast to get cold I began to pour the syrup onto my plate and as I started to put the first bite in my mouth the whining sound got even louder and faster. I put down my fork and was just about to stand up to go outside when the kitchen door flew open and a rather winded elf burst through it. "WHAT IN FROSTBITE IS GOING ON" I shouted at him. By now the racket was so loud he could just barely hear me but he was so winded from running all he could say was "Santa" "Santa" and wave his arm at the door but as I started to go out the door the elf grabbed a hold of my arm and began pulling me away from the door. I was just about to dislodge the elf from my arm when all of a sudden the whining stopped with a loud CLANK... Then I heard a -KER-WA AP- -KER-WHOP- -KER-WHAM- followed by a huge -KER-WANG-. Suddenly the house began to shudder, the dishes began to rattle and the table began to shake and then it sounded like someone was dumping boxes and boxes of marbles on the roof top of the house... The poor elfs eyes got huge and he began to shake and then ......he fainted..
STAR DATE: 80 Star filled nights till Christmas
This morning started out like any other morning. The misses and I awoke to the merry little sound of our jingle bell alarm clock. We got up, got dressed, fixed our hair and headed down to the kitchen for breakfast where Mrs Claus made me a wonderful breakfast of pancakes(with butter and maple syrup) sausage, scrambled eggs (with onion and cheese), toast, (with strawberry jelly) orange juice and coffee. I had just applied a healthy portion of butter to my pancakes and was about to add the syrup when I noticed a rather annoying whining sound coming from outside. That doesn't sound good I thought to my self but not wanting my delicious breakfast to get cold I began to pour the syrup onto my plate and as I started to put the first bite in my mouth the whining sound got even louder and faster. I put down my fork and was just about to stand up to go outside when the kitchen door flew open and a rather winded elf burst through it. "WHAT IN FROSTBITE IS GOING ON" I shouted at him. By now the racket was so loud he could just barely hear me but he was so winded from running all he could say was "Santa" "Santa" and wave his arm at the door but as I started to go out the door the elf grabbed a hold of my arm and began pulling me away from the door. I was just about to dislodge the elf from my arm when all of a sudden the whining stopped with a loud CLANK... Then I heard a -KER-WA AP- -KER-WHOP- -KER-WHAM- followed by a huge -KER-WANG-. Suddenly the house began to shudder, the dishes began to rattle and the table began to shake and then it sounded like someone was dumping boxes and boxes of marbles on the roof top of the house... The poor elfs eyes got huge and he began to shake and then ......he fainted..
Trouble At H.Q.
PERSONAL LOG:
STAR DATE: 93 Star filled nights till Christmas
Upon arrival at the front door this morning, to do our daily chores, the misses and I found that someone had removed our galoshes from the closet, where we store them, and replaced them with four rather large pine cones. Figuring it was just a joke we began a careful sweep of the house but we soon realized that the prankster (who ever it might be) had not left any other tell tale signs of our galoshes and they obviously were gone... Being a quick thinker, I devised a plan and we were forced to unwrap 2 new sets of tennis rackets and strap them to our feet with tinsel to use as make shift snow shoes... This done we grabbed our heavy parkas and proceeded outdoors where we found a fresh trail of four foot prints left by our galoshes in the new snow.. Following the tracks we carefully trudged through the treacherous snow around to the back of our house. There we found that the tracks led straight to the front door of Reindeer Head Quarters and that the tracks never came back out.At this point the misses became quite alarmed. (what if something has happened to the reindeer and they are using our galoshes to try and frame us) Doing my best to calm the misses nerves I suggested that we gather up several rather large snowballs (to protect ourselves) and and then head into Reindeer H.Q. to find the culprit.
Shivering....huddled together...we slowly opened the door to Reindeer H.Q.
STAR DATE: 93 Star filled nights till Christmas
Upon arrival at the front door this morning, to do our daily chores, the misses and I found that someone had removed our galoshes from the closet, where we store them, and replaced them with four rather large pine cones. Figuring it was just a joke we began a careful sweep of the house but we soon realized that the prankster (who ever it might be) had not left any other tell tale signs of our galoshes and they obviously were gone... Being a quick thinker, I devised a plan and we were forced to unwrap 2 new sets of tennis rackets and strap them to our feet with tinsel to use as make shift snow shoes... This done we grabbed our heavy parkas and proceeded outdoors where we found a fresh trail of four foot prints left by our galoshes in the new snow.. Following the tracks we carefully trudged through the treacherous snow around to the back of our house. There we found that the tracks led straight to the front door of Reindeer Head Quarters and that the tracks never came back out.At this point the misses became quite alarmed. (what if something has happened to the reindeer and they are using our galoshes to try and frame us) Doing my best to calm the misses nerves I suggested that we gather up several rather large snowballs (to protect ourselves) and and then head into Reindeer H.Q. to find the culprit.
Shivering....huddled together...we slowly opened the door to Reindeer H.Q.
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