The sleigh skidded to a stop against the edge of a mountain. The mountain was surrounded with clouds and hidden from view. Jessie looked out from the sleigh. She could feel the dampness of the clouds against her fur and shivered. She nestled back under her blanket until Santa called her.
“Hurry, girl. The entrance to the guild hall is just up the slope. Let’s get inside before the dampness gets through our clothes.” Continue reading July 17th – Santa meets with the Guild of Magical Creatures