- Hyacinths because they remind Jessie of the perfume that Mrs Claus wears.
- Fruit tree blossoms because the elves like to play catch with the fruit taken from the trees. Sometimes they let Jessie play and they have a game of baseball. Jessie gets to be an outfielder.
- Primroses because Jessie likes to see bright colors in the snow.
- Tulips because bees like to collect nectar from them. Jessie likes watching bees but she is careful to stay away so her nose doesn’t get stung.
- Snow Drops because she likes the sound of the name.
- Pansies because it’s a sign to Jessie that the warm weather is coming. Every year Mrs. Claus puts pots of pansies outside her kitchen window with the first gust of warm wind.
- Daffodils because Jessie likes bright things.
- Crocus because the plants name reminds her of frogs croaking in the spring. Jessie likes to listen to the peepers and watch the frogs jump and splash in the puddles.
Jessie placed her paws over her nose and lay down on the floor as far away from the
crowd as she could. She whimpered and peered out looking for Santa. Several trees were toppled on the ground with hundreds of shiny ornaments broken on the floor. Jessie hadn’t meant to destroy the contest but somehow she had managed to get in trouble again.
It started when they arrived at the convention hall. Santa was to judge the local ornament contest. Each year he picked a new ornament to give out to children around the world. The winner of the contest would have their ornament produced by the elves for Christmas.
At first Jessie had been happy to sit in the corner. Many people stopped to pet her and there were so many sounds and sights that it kept her occupied for almost half the day.
It wasn’t until noon when a food table was put out that Jessie moved from her spot. When Jessie smelt the glorious aroma of baked chicken and mashed potatoes her tummy rumbled. Very carefully she moved across the floor to the buffet table. She sat at the end of the table hoping for scraps and she wasn’t disappointed. Many of the people gave her bits of chicken as they moved through the line.
When the line dwindled Jessie’s tummy was full and she was content. She tried to cross the floor as carefully as she could. She didn’t want to disturb the hundreds of decorated Christmas trees. She wanted Santa to be proud of her and the last time she was near Christmas trees she destroyed the event.
Just then the entertainment began and a drummer began to pound on his bass drum. Jessie jumped in the air and turned around to look where the noise was coming from. She looked all around and finally spotted the drum at the front of the room.
Jessie shook her ears when the drum rumbled again and began backing away from the sound. When the drum let out a boom louder than thunder, she scrambled backwards forgetting to look where she was going. Jessie backed into the largest tree in the room. The tree shook and teetered and then fell into two others. The three trees came down with a crash breaking many of the precious ornaments.
Jessie cried and ran to the opposite side of the room where she sat shaking. She whimpered again and spotted Santa who was making his way through the angry crowd. “Jessie did you hurt yourself, girl?” Santa leaned down to look at the dog.
Jessie licked Santa’s hand and looked down sadly.
Santa sighed. “Well you do have a talent for getting yourself into trouble. Don’t worry though my friend. I have pictures of all of the ornaments so we can still have a fair contest. You didn’t ruin it and the people who are angry will calm down and eventually see the accident as funny. It’s partially my fault. I know that you’re afraid of loud noises. When the drum started I should have came and found you. IF you can forgive me than I can forgive you. Deal?”
Jessie rose her head and looked at Santa. She couldn’t believe he wasn’t angry. She yipped, stood up and wagged her tail.
Santa winked at her. He walked back to the trees whistling with a twinkle in his eye.
- 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.