November 26, 2010~
Pee Wee here. Pee Wee A. Elf.
I am not looking forward to working here at the North Pole. Long, hard hours making toys for all the good little boys and girls, maybe even going into the overnight once it gets closer to the Big Day: Christmas Eve, when we all have to load up the stuff for Santa on his magical sleigh.
This is my first time working for Santa. Hear he's a bit of a taskmaster; he doesn't let us have any breaks until we do everything according to his specifications.
Makes me wish that I was a reindeer: at least all they can do is stuff their faces with tasty straw and fresh fruits, practice their flying/jumping and play their reindeer games, and sleep if they get tired. We elves don't have that option.
I wish I were outside, looking at the magical northern lights dancing across the Arctic skies instead of sitting here on my keister, painting toy trucks and cars! If I see one more firetruck or car, I'm going to toss my cookies!
November 27 2010~
Santa was in a foul mood when he came into his shop this morning. Seems some stupid elf glued his boots to the floor as a joke and snipped off a good foot of his beard. Now his beard's shorter and rather scraggly looking. He came in, all red-faced and screaming, saying that we were not to have any break today for lunch unless the one who did this to him fessed up.
So far, nobody has. It looks like it's gonna be a very long day in the toy factory .... *Sigh*
November 28, 2010~
Nobody fessed up. The guilty party is still among us, but whenever I look at the faces of my co-workers, all I see are looks of concentration and busyness as they work on getting the toys built, painted, and polished before Christmas Eve. Santa is still on a rampage. Best to stay out of his way; maybe one of us needs to spike his eggnog so he can calm down. I've never seen Santa so upset ...
November 29, 2010~
It was Mistletoe. He finally fessed up. Santa threw him into the clink; he is to stay there until he thinks about what he did and apologize. Think ol' Mistletoe might be getting some coal or some rocks for Christmas in his stocking. Santa was fit to be tied. He shook him like a rag and boxed his ears; now poor Mistletoe's ears hang lower than usual. You could hang Christmas ornaments off his ears ...
November 30, 2010~
Only twenty four days til Christmas Eve, and twenty five until Christmas. Looks like we have more work ahead: more letters from children all over the world continue to pour in nonstop, and the orders list is only getting longer and longer ... Tommy wants a new sled for Christmas. Evelyn wants a new dolly and tea set. Johnny wants a bike, preferably blue. Tabitha wants a new sister (her mommy is expecting a baby). Grange wants his daddy to get well (Grange's daddy has multiple sclerosis; he can't walk). And Ashley wants the kids to stop teasing her.
So many demands, so many wishes! What's a poor, tired, overworked elf to do?? Santa is killing us, I tell ya: he's absolutely KILLING us!!!!
*To be continued.*