- 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 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.
- Caroling with the elves. Molly always serves sugar cookies when the elves come singing.
- 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 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?