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Halloween at Santa’s Village

Santa and the elves love a good party.  So when Halloween rolls around the town is busyCranberryCookies for the month preparing for Halloween.  The town is decorated with skeletons, pumpkins, witches and ghosts.

This year Santa is sponsoring a contest for Halloween decorating.  The shop with the best decorations will receive a day off with pay and a party at the Claus’s house where Molly will prepare treats like toffee, caramel corn, and cranberry cookies.

It’s nearing the middle of the month and Jessie has been watching the displays go up.  She  is easily frightened and each morning when Santa takes her for their daily walk there is something new hanging in the town that scares her.  First she was frightened by a flying witch that flew from one end of the wrapping building to the other.  It was powered by firecrackers and spewed flames from the tail of its broomstick. Jessie ran all the way home when she saw the display.

The next morning they walked by the sleigh mechanics shop.  Right on top of the building the elves had built a display of moaning ghosts that blew back and forth in the light.  When Jessie approached they called her name.  The poor dog would have run home but Santa held tightly to her lead.  “You’re not frightened by some machines are you girl, ” asked Santa?  Santa knelt down and kissed the top of the dogs head and walked on whistling as he moved.  Jessie followed him as fast as she could to get away from the building.

What’s even worse was just this morning Jessie walked by the reindeer pen and the elves had created a robot deer that crashed into boxes and trees leaving a wave of destruction.  It’s eyes flashed red and it stomped its foot on the ground when Jessie approached.  Jessie yanked her chain loose and ran all the way to the Claus house and hid behind Molly.

“What’s wrong, Jessie?  Too much Halloween hi-jinks for you?  Maybe one of the cranberry cookies I’ve baked for the elves will make you feel better. ”  Molly reached into a tin she had been preparing for the freezer and pulled out a crumbly biscuit.  She reached down and fed it to the still shaking dog.

Jessie took the morsel and rubbed her head against Molly’s knee just as Santa walked in.  He chuc

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

kled when he saw the open cookie box.  “Jessie,  the displays are all pretend.  They’re made in fun and won’t hurt you.  We need to get our exercise so I’ll make you a deal.  We’ll walk around the town businesses where there are no displays.  Deal?”

Jessie licked Santa on his beard and walked over to her bed where she sighed and lay down.  Tomorrow there would be another walk and  she wasn’t sure that Santa’s plan would work.  Maybe, she thought, if the walk was as bad as today’s she could get another cookie from Molly.

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Jessie’s favorite Christmas traditions

  • Caroling with the elves.  Molly always serves sugar cookies when the elves come singing.SantaClaus
  • Ice fishing off the sled with Santa.  A few days after Christmas Santa and Jessie go out to the little hut to relax and look for fish.  After a busy holiday season Jessie enjoys spending time with Santa and catching up on her sleep.
  • Modeling the new coat Molly made her for Christmas.  Jessie doesn’t really like coats but she likes making Molly happy.
  • Helping to decorate the Claus Christmas tree.  Molly taught Jessie to fetch the garland for the tree so each year Jessie helps to put the finishing touch on the Claus family tree.
  • Sitting at Santa’s feet while he goes over the lists of naughty and nice children.  Santa sits by a warm fire and reads the names.  Sometimes he sends the  naughty list to the fire so that all the children will get a gift.
  • Warm milk by the fireplace with Molly and Santa.
  • Traveling on the sleigh with Santa on Christmas Eve.
  • Boxing day brunch with the elves.  Someone always starts a food fight.

Jessie celebrates Wiggle Your Toes Day

August the 6th is national Wiggle Your Toes Day and Santa is having a party on the warmpawprints summer sands of lake Huron.  He’s put together a celebration where the elves must design pictures in the sand by using only their toes.  Santa has brought Jessie along to wander the beach and have fun playing in the surf.

Jessie wandered the shoreline for most of the morning dashing after seagulls and rolling in the sand.  About noon her stomach began to get rumbly and she returned to Santa’s tent on the beach to get a snack and see the pictures the elfves were making.

Jessie skipped along the dunes spraying sand to her sides.  As she rounded the corner to Santa’s tent she unintentionally sprayed sand on Poppy the elf’s display.  Poppy wrinkled her nose and called to the dog.  “Jessie, look what you’ve done.  I’ll have to start again.”

Jessie’s ears flopped down and she began a slow walk over to Poppy.  She looked at the ground and stopped just below Poppy’s feet.

Poppy looked down at the dog and her heart melted.  “It’s okay, Jessie.  Maybe you can help me with my design.”  Poppy looked at the trail the dog had left behind her.  “Your paws make interesting designs in the sand.  Let’s work together.”

Jessie barked and sat up straight waiting for Poppy to tell her where to move.  Poppy laughed and told Jessie to walk to the right and to stop by the old piece of drift wood.

Jessie did as she was asked and sat quietly until Poppy told her to move in a different direction.  Soon, Poppy and Jessie had laid out a design of a Christmas tree in the sand.  Jessie’s paw prints were the ornaments hanging from the tree and Poppy’s toe prints were the branches.

Satisfied Poppy patted the dog and sat down on a beach blanket to wait for the judging of the pictures. She fed Jessie a biscuit just as Santa and Molly came by to judge the sand creation.

“Why, Poppy.  This is very well done and I see you’ve had some help!” said Molly with a smile.

Jessie barked and wagged her tail.

“You’re the last to be judged and in this case I guess we’ve saved the best for last.  You’ve won the blue ribbon.  Here’s one for you Poppy and Jessie I’ll pin yours on your collar.”

Molly waited for the dog to come close and then bent down.  She gently attached the blue ribbon to Jessie’s collar and then stroked the fur.  “It’s nice to see you stayed out of trouble today.”

Poppy grinned at Jessie and Jessie hid her head in the sand.

“Oh, so you did get in trouble.  Well it all worked out in the end.  Happy National Wiggle Your Toes Day, Jessie.  Now let’s go get lunch.”

The Feather Fight

Santa sat beside on the picnic table.  He had a book on his lap and many of the town’s children sitting around him.  On warm summer nights it had become a tradition that Santa would read a story from one of his favorite book. Tonight he decided to read “The Feather Fight” to the children

The Feather Fightfeathers

It was a humid day in the middle of summer and Toby walked through the park with several of his school friends.  He wished they could go into the air conditioned theater but the kids from his school didn’t have the money to waste on luxuries.  Instead, they mostly hung around the park playing soccer, having water fights and teasing girls.

He could see Misha and his cronies down by the mill pond.  They skateboarded toward Toby and his friends.  Misha was rich or, more precisely, his parents were rich.   Misha went to the private school in town and did all the things that Toby wished he could do.   Every time Toby saw that superior look on Misha’s face, he wanted to bash it in. So, when Misha skated by, Toby grabbed Misha’s arm and pulled him off his skateboard.

Misha fell to the ground with a thud. He grasped his arm and cried out.  Misha held his arm for several moments as his face turned redder and redder.  He breathed deeply and looked up at Toby.

“What did you do that for, doofus?  Think you own the park, do you?  Well, you own nothing.  Nothing at all.  You’re poor and weak and an idiot and I’m going to pound your face in.”  Misha scrambled up and leapt forward, reaching out to hit Toby.  Toby edged forward, taunting him to strike.

But before Misha could punch Toby, Misha’s brother Eric grabbed the boy’s arm.  “There must be some other way to solve this, Misha.  You know what Dad said would happen if you got into another fight.”  The brothers looked at each other and Misha slowly relaxed the grip of his fist.

“You don’t expect me to let him get away with that, do you?” spluttered Misha.  His gaze bore directly into Toby’s eyes.

“No, but maybe I have a better idea.”  Eric pointed across the street to old man McCann’s pillow factory.  “The garbage bin is open.  There’s always dud pillows in there.  What if we used them to fight?  Dad can’t actually say anything if we hit each other with feathers, now can he?”  Eric grinned and pointed at Toby.  “Are you in or are you and your friends too afraid to face us.”

Toby’s eyes burned.  He longingly gazed at Misha’s leather coat and blushed when he saw Misha watching.  His hand was clenched in a tight fist.

Toby took a deep breath and glared at Eric.  “We’re in.  Perhaps I can suggest a bet?  The losers have to run through the winners’ school wearing only their underwear.  Are you in?”

Misha didn’t hesitate.  “We’re in.”

“Come on then.  Let’s go get the pillows.”  Toby hurried forward to cross the small road to the pillow factory.

The two groups of boys watched each other as they walked across the parking lot.  They opened the garbage bin and pulled out a variety of pillows.  Some of the pillows had tears, some had feather’s sticking out of the fabric and others were missing zippers.  All of the pillows couldn’t be sold but were good enough that they made amazing weapons.

The boys returned to the park and in quiet agreement went to the corner of the field where they were out of view from of the pillow factory.  They agreed that the last boy standing was the champion and then began striking each other with their pillows.

Misha slapped Toby and Toby slapped Eric.  Eric clopped another boy and the other boy smashed Misha.  It didn’t take long before the groups of boys were hitting each other with the pillows in a free-for-all.  The hits were initially hard, but after ten minutes of pounding each other, something strange happened.  The boys calmed down.  They were no longer angry and they no longer really cared if they won.  They were standing in the warm sun, with feathers fluttering and floating around them.  The warm sounds of laughter filled the air.

Toby fell down and Misha found that he was the only boy left standing.  He sneezed from the feathers floating around him and then curiously examined Toby’s expression.   Toby no longer seemed angry.  In fact, he seemed amused.  Misha moved forward to demand that Toby honour his debt and then changed his mind.  He held out his hand, and called to Toby.  “Best two out of three?”

Toby smiled, took Misha’s hand, and rose to stand beside him.  They grinned and began to pelt each other with the pillows once again.

It just so happened that a local newsman was in the area and saw the pillow battle from his car.  He began taking pictures of the boys.  He waited until they were exhausted and finished their fight.  They had just called a truce, with no winner, when the paper man then came forward.  “Hello, boys.  I see you’ve been getting into mischief this fine summer’s day.  What a glorious day for a pillow fight.  Mind if I take your pictures for the local paper?”
The boys looked at each other and turned red. “Only if you won’t tell anyone where we got the pillows from,“ said Toby.

The reporter smiled.  “Of course.”

The reporter took a picture of Misha, Eric and Toby holding each other up, with pillows in their hands and feathers filtering through the air.

The newspaper article ran in the Gazette the next day with the picture of the boys on the front page.  Their smiles filled the picture.  The reporter, true to his word, did not say where the pillows were from but everyone in the community could guess.

The boys’ antics made many of the adults in the community smile to themselves and remember their summer outings when they were children.  Mr. Wilds, for example, talked to his wife that evening,” I remember as a boy sneaking out to go skinny dipping with my friends on steamy summer nights. “  Ms. Wilds smiled and admitted,” we used to steal apples from the mayor’s tree and my brother tried to run away to the circus.”  They chuckled each one thinking that the boys would remember the feather fight fondly when they grew up.

But there were others in the community who said that the boys should be disciplined for taking the pillows without permission. Ms. Gilley, for example, dropped her crocheting and went down to the police department.  “Those boys should be charged with mischief.  The pillows didn’t belong to them and the expense to clean up the park has to come out of someone’s pocket.  What do you have to say to that sheriff?”

The sheriff cleared his throat.  “The boys can only be picked up if Mr. McCann decides to press charges.  I don’t think we want to go that far do we Ruth?”  He shuffled his papers and pointedly picked up his coat.  “I have to go on patrol. Good night Ruth.”  The sheriff shooed the woman out of the building and closed the door behind him as he left to patrol the streets.  ‘After all’, he thought, ‘boys will be boys’.

Mr. McCann was a jolly fellow and laughed when he read the paper.  The article made him think about his youth and the fun he had during his summers by the park.  He decided that he was going to have a great feather fight for the other children of the community.  He called the boys together.  “Since you took my pillows without permission I would like you to help me organize a pillow fight for next year. You can use the reject pillows we would normally throw away and I’ll even provide refreshments for the party.  What do you think, boys? Are you interested?”

The boys accepted Mr. McCann’s offer.  They planned and worked together over the next year and became fast friends.  The next summer they participated in the largest pillow fight in the province’s history.  There was laughter and smiles all around the community that day.

The bet the boys made was never honored.  Instead, the boys participated in the pillow fight every year until they grew older.  The pillow fight continues on and is a tradition in the community long after Misha, Eric and Toby have been forgotten. Each year, feathers fly, children chatter and the bonds of unlikely friendships are formed.