- Molly’s cookie tins smell amazing.
- Molly makes the best shortbread. She always makes a special batch for Jessie with applesauce in them.
- Molly is sweet and kind. she always stops to pet and hug Jessie.
- Molly makes Jessie warm clothes to keep out the winter chill.
- Molly has a bright and warm smile. She lights up the room.
- Molly loves children and does all sorts of volunteer work to help children from around the world.
- Molly loves to laugh at Santa. She gets a twinkle in her eyes just before she teases him.
- Molly is never late with Jessie’s supper.
- Molly likes to go for walks with Jessie and Santa.
- Molly smells like lavender and roses.
- Molly plays ball with Jessie for hours on end.
- When Jessie is sad Molly tries to cheer her up.
Jessie squirmed in her doggie flotation device. Her tail whipped back and forth rapidly
as she leaned over the edge of the raft and barked at the crests of water as they passed the sides of the boat.
Santa, Molly and Jessie were on holiday and were white water rafting in Alberta. They had spent the morning leisurely coasting down the river but now the water had become rough and the raft occupants were busily paddling trying to keep the boat afloat.
Jessie was enjoying herself immensely. She liked the feel of the spray on her nose and the noise of the water as it lapped by. She would have rushed out of the boat but was securely tied to the middle of the raft with cords to keep her from falling into the churning water.
The morning went quickly until the group turned a bend and the water became rougher than they had seen. Santa , who was at the back of the boat, pushed his paddle in the water a little too roughly. He lost his grip and the paddle floated away from him. Santa leaned a little to far over to grab the oar and fell into the icy water.
Santa’s life jacket kept him above the water and he was able to grab onto a rock. He grasped the stone with all of his strength and waited for someone to rescue him.
Jessie whimpered and began to pull on the cord that attached her to the boat. She barked furiously and pulled as hard as she could until the cord broke. The dog jumped into the water and tried to swim to her friend.
But the water was too strong and the dog began to float down the river away from the boat. “Get, Jessie,” called Santa. “I can wait for the next raft. Save the dog!”
The crew of the raft dipped their paddles into the water with all their strength and steered the raft towards the dog. It took them some time to reach the dog who was now cold and barely moving in the water. The expedition leader reached over the side of the raft an lifted the wet and shivering dog into the boat.
Molly moved closer to the dog. Tears formed in her eyes. “Jess, are you okay? You’ve got to be okay. Help her, please.” Molly turned to the leader and pleaded for help.
The leader directed the boat to the side of the river where they got out of the raft. He lifted the dog to the ground and toweled her fur off until she was almost dry. He lit a fire and placed the dog close enough to the embers to get warm but far enough away to keep from burning herself.
The group then waited. It wasn’t long until another raft came churning down the river. It came into shore and Santa was helped out and led over to the fire. He sat down beside the fire to dry himself off. The dog slowly rose, licked his face and pushed her body close to his. Her tail thumped on the ground.
Molly wiped tears from her eyes. “You’re both all right then? I don’t know what I’d do without either of you.” She hugged Santa and Jessie with a big bear hug, picked up a heavy blanket and covered them up.
“We’re fine Molly. Stupid of me really. I should have let the paddle go. If I had I wouldn’t have fallen in and Jessie wouldn’t have jumped in. We’re lucky the expedition leader’s were able to help us.” Santa turned to the leader. “Thank-you for saving our lives. There will be a little something special for you at Christmas.” He laughed a belly laugh and pulled the blanket closer around him warming his hands by he flame.
Jessie wagged her tail and sighed contentedly. A returned friend and a warm belly. What more could a dog ask for?
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 Fight
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.
- Elves get colds easily. There isn’t a day throughout the year that Molly Claus doesn’t make chicken soup for someone who is sick.
- Elves like cotton candy. They like it so much they have invented a machine that produces enough cotton candy to feed all of the elves at the North Pole in 1 hour.
- The elves love Jessie. They fight over who gets to help Molly give her a bath.
- The elves never call Santa by his first name. They either call him Santa or sir. There is a superstitious that if they call him by his first name then the sleigh will break down on Christmas Eve.
- Elves work hard but like to have fun too. They are always pulling pranks on Santa. For example, Santa’s chief engineer is always hiding Santa’s glasses on him.
- It is common for elves to have different colored eyes. Sometimes this gives their faces a rather peculiar look.
- Elves hate candy canes. They produce them because the children love them but in general they are not fond of mint.
- Elves love to ice fish but they often throw back their catch. Molly’s cooking staff prepares such delicious dinners that the elves have no reason to eat the fish they catch.