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Made with Elf Love – Caramel Corn

On Halloween night the elves throw a movie party and invite the residents of the north pole to come.  They usually drink fizzy drinks, play music and watch scary films.

The elves love to eat and they always have a wide array of food at their party.  One of their most popular treats is homemade caramel corn made with love from the elder Elves kitchens.  It’s sweet and crunchy and everyone loves it especially Jessie who places her paw on Santa’s knee to get him to give her some.

The elves famous recipe is listed below.

Heat oven to 250 degrees Fahrenheit. Continue reading Made with Elf Love – Caramel Corn

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Jessie meets Witch Wanda

Jessie sniffed around the glass pumpkin.   She licked her lips and wagged her tail caramelcornferociously.  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.