- Santa is allergic to cheese.
- 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.
- 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.
- Santa has size 13 boots that he has specially made by a shoe maker in Finland.
- 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.
- Santa has a medal for spinning a hula hoop for the longest during a contest in Germany.
- Santa likes to work on crossword puzzles. He says that they improve his brain.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
Jessie lay on the couch and put her head on her stuffed dog. She yawned, closed her eyes and began snoring.
“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 sniffed around the glass pumpkin. She licked her lips and wagged her tail ferociously. It was full of caramel corn and Jessie loved caramel corn. Jessie looked over her shoulder at Santa who was talking to Pete the postman. Surely, she thought, one piece before breakfast wouldn’t matter.
Jessie delicately picked a piece of the sweet corn from the pumpkin and crunched down. She immediately cried out in pain. A sharp pain filled her jaw where she had bit the treat. She cried and tried to spit out the contents of her mouth. She cried and ran to Santa and rubbed her face against his leg.
“Jessie, what’s wrong?” Santa leaned down, held the dog firmly, and opened the dogs mouth. Blood trickled out of the opening. He grimaced and looked at the pumpkin on the stoop. “Calm down girl. It looks like the trolls have been playing tricks again. They hate Halloween and do everything they can to ruin the fun. I know it hurts, girl. The vet’s out of town but I have a friend who might be able to help.”
Santa picked up the dog and hurried her to the sleigh. He spoke softly to the reindeer and flew up into the sky as Jessie whined in the seat behind him. It didn’t take long before they landed at the tip of a peninsula darting out into the sea. On the end of the rocks there was a small cottage painted in purple and pink with colorful flowers blooming over the ledges. Santa stopped the sleigh,picked Jessie up and hurried to the cottage. He rang the bell. “Wanda, I need your help. Open quickly, please.”
The door soon creaked open and a small woman stood in the opening. Her face fell into creases as she smiled at Santa. “Hello my friend. How can I help?” A look of concern replaced the smile as she listened to Jessie’s cries. “This must be Jessie. What happened to her.”
“The trolls left tainted candy Wanda. Can your good magic help her?”
“Of course I can help. Come in and put her on the table.”
Wanda hurried over to the corner as Santa put Jessie on the table and firmly held her there. Jessie put her head on Santa’s arm and stared at the woman across the room.
Wanda had picked up a wand and was approaching the dog. Afraid and in pain Jessie struggled with Santa to get loose but Santa was strong and he held her tightly.
Wanda held the wand over the dog . “Wand of the winds. Bring forth your magicand blow over this poor creature. Destroy the evil placed upon her.” Wanda held the wand against the dogs soft fur and concentrated on the dog. She placed a wrinkled hand on her forehead.
Jessie felt her entire body vibrate. Then slowly her mouth began to stop hurting. From her mouth several needles floated out and fell harmlessly onto the tabletop.
Wanda waved her wand over the dog once more, frowned and then shook her head. “That was a nasty trick the trolls played on you. Well, when they come for some of my magic I won’t be giving it to them freely. That’s for sure. Are you okay, Jessie?”
Jessie wagged the tip of her tail and shrunk into Santa’s arms.
“She’s fine, Wanda. Thank-you.”
Jessie wagged her tail a little more firmly and licked Santa’s hand. She sighed and nudged Wanda’s hand to thank her. Jessie was grateful to Wanda for her help and she wondered if she would run into the trolls again. She leaned against the woman’s legs. Jessie knew instinctively Santa would do something about the trolls. Now, she thought, what’s for breakfast.