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10 More Facts about Santa

  1. Santa is allergic to cheese.  SantaClaus
  2. Santa has manufacturing facilities in countries all over the world.  He tries to visit them at least 4 times a year to ensure the quality of toys remains high.
  3. Santa used to stutter as a child.  His mother sat with him for many hours as he read lines from Shakespeare to work on improving his speech.
  4. Santa has size 13 boots that he has specially made by a shoe maker in Finland.
  5. Santa worked for the circus when he was young.  He worked as a clown.  He liked the job because he brought great joy to children.
  6. Santa has a medal for spinning a hula hoop for the longest during a contest in Germany.
  7. Santa likes to work on crossword puzzles.  He says that they improve his brain.
  8. Santa had a pony named Clarice when he was a child.  He used to ride Clarice through the open fields on his parents farm.  On his trips he imagined they were flying through the air.
  9. Santa created a snow glove with deer in it for Santa and Molly’s first anniversary. Molly adores the trinket and keeps it on display in her dining room.
  10. Santa learned to make small toys from his uncle Arthur.  Arthur was a carpenter and enjoyed showing Santa how to build trains and planes from wood in his spare time.
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The Amber Amulet

Jessie lay on the couch and put her head on her stuffed dog.  She yawned, closed her eyes and began snoring. fuzzydog

“I’m surprised she didn’t fall asleep in the sleigh after our adventure.”  Santa rubbed his beard and reached for Molly’s hand.  “It’s good to be home, Molly. Our Christmas travels tire me out every year a bit more. “

“I know you and Jessie ran into some trouble this year but you didn’t actually say what the problem was.  What happened?”  Molly pulled her hand away and moved to the stove.  She filled two mugs with steaming hot chocolate and returned to the side chair.  Molly placed the mugs on the table and stroked the sleeping dog before sitting beside her husband.

“Here’s the story It happened in the middle of the night while we were making our deliveries.  We landed on the roof of a small home in Exeter, Ontario and I pulled out my sack.  I had a tuba in it to be delivered to Christy James.”  Santa took a sip of his cocoa and cleared his throat.

“I used my magic to start the descent through the chimney but something went wrong.  The tuba got stuck half way up the chimney with me under it!  I couldn’t go up or down. I tried reapplying my magic but it caused the tuba to grow bigger instead of smaller. “  Santa wiped his brow.  “I didn’t know what was happening.  In all my years as Santa Claus I’ve never had my magic fail me.”

Jessie stirred in her sleep and her feet began twitching as she whimpered.  Santa reached down and stroked the dog gently.  Jessie opened one eye and sighed before falling back asleep.

“I was wondering what to do when Jessie barked down the chimney.  I called for her to stop, as I didn’t want to wake Christy, but she was frantic and just kept barking.  Fortunately, the family were not light sleepers and didn’t wake. “

“ It was then that I knew I needed help.  I whistled to the wind and called Silver Wynter to come and help me.  Since she rules the magic of winter I knew she could get me out of the house and help me determine what had gone wrong.”  Santa took another sip of his cocoa and frowned.  “When Wynter arrived, she didn’t look like herself.  Instead of young with crystalline features she had aged several decades.  Her once silver locks were grey and she had bags under her eyes.  She coughed uncontrollably as she blew into the house.  Since the source of my power comes from her magic I knew I was in trouble.”

“Silver’s immortal and has never been sick before.  When I asked her if she was all right she answered me in a weak voice.”

“Hello, Santa.  I’ve come at your request but I don’t know if I can help you.  Some evil magic has made me ill.  I’ve tried to determine the source but I haven’t been able to find it.  All I know is that the more joy you spread this evening the sicker I have become.  I feel nauseous.  I need to get out in the cold.”  Wynter slowly walked to the door and unbolted it.  She went out into the snow and sat in a snow bank.  Santa followed.

“I don’t know what is going on Santa but the closer I get to the presents the more tired I become.  Did you change your toy magic at all this year?”

“No, Wynter.  Nothing has changed for generations. “ Santa looked up on the roof.  Jessie was tied into the sleigh and was whining.  She had bumped against the toy sack and turned over the toys from the small town onto the roof.  Amid the trains, dolls, balls and games something glinted in the star light.  Santa frowned.  “I need to investigate something, Wynter.  Stay here.”

Santa walked over to the side of the house and pulled out a ladder that was leaning against the shed.  He leaned it against the house and climbed up to the roof.  He slid but rebalanced himself as he walked across the shingles.  Santa reached the toys and began sorting through the mess.  “Jessie, be quiet girl.  Everything will be okay.”

Santa picked up a toy spaceship.  It glimmered in the night but not like the object he had seen from the ground.  He shuffled around the rooftop dodging the deer looking for the shiny object.  He finally found it behind Blitzen’s hoof.  Santa reached down and picked up the glowing object.  He looked more closely.  It was an amber amulet with inscriptions on the backside of the necklace.  Santa read the inscription and turned red with anger.  The amulet was designed to feed off the energy and goodwill he had generated that evening.  With one of Silver’s strands of hair embedded in the amber, the inscription was a magic spell designed to destroy her.

Santa looked down at Silver below him.  She had collapsed in the snow bank.  He  had to do something.  If, he thought, he destroyed the amulet maybe it would destroy the evil magic with it.  Santa placed the amulet on the roof and stomped down on it with his big, heavy boots.  He stomped and stomped until there was only dust left lying on the shingles.  He slipped and sat down with a thud on the edge.  The soft snow that had been falling whirled in a torrent surrounding Silver in a blizzard.  It lasted for a couple of minutes before the snow came to rest on the ground.

Silver sat up.  Although her face was still grey the sparkle had returned to her eyes and her voice was strong and pure.  “You’ve done it, Santa.  You’ve saved me.  Thank-you my friend.”

“It’s my pleasure, Silver.  But someone wanted you gone.  There was an evil talisman planted in my sleigh designed to take both of our magics away.  I intend to find out who tried to destroy us.  But for now I have to finish delivering the presents.  Will you be all right?”  Santa reached up and wiggled his ear.  The presents flew up in the air and one by one flew into his magic sack.  He looked down the chimney and waved his fingers sending the tuba under the tree.

“I’ll be fine.  I just need to rest.  I’ll help you hunt down the person that did this when I feel better.  Safe journeys my friend.”

In a puff of snow Silver disappeared into the night sky leaving Santa and Jessie alone.

“Let’s go girl.  We have many more stops to make before we can return home and sleep.”  Santa jumped into the sleigh and steered the reindeer in the direction of the next house.  For tonight he would forget about the amulet but after the holidays he would investigate.

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.”