Santa looked at the wall of the manufacturing facility. A small trickle of water dripped down the exterior and flowed into a stream towards the parking lot. It froze in a patch of ice across the main road down the mountain. Santa stroked his beard and sighed. “Well, Jessie. It looks like the building is melting faster than we expected.” Santa looked down the ice strewn road. “Here come Klaus and Flora. Let’s hope that the pair have memorized the spell and can fix the problem.” Continue reading July 24th -Weather Magicians cast their spell
The fire burned brightly in the chimney as Santa, Flora and Klaus sat on the comfy couch ready for Abigail to begin her story. Jessie hopped up beside Santa and put her chin on his knee. She gazed at the elf historian who was rummaging through an old briefcase. She was pulling out random things. First, she pulled out a small coronet. Then she pulled out half a peanut butter sandwich. As each article appeared she mumbled a bit louder until her face became bright red. Finally, she pulled out a picture in a golden frame and then smiled at the group. “This is the first picture taken of Jack Frost when he began acting as our weather magician. I thought you might find it interesting as it shows you the lack of snow at the Pole when he first started his job.” Abigail passed the picture to Santa and then cleared her throat. She half closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. Continue reading July 20th – How Jack Frost became a weather magician.
Flora dropped a pile of file folders onto Santa’s table and Klaus put a box beside it. They scraped the chairs across the floor as they sat down at the table and helped themselves to a plateful of Molly’s ginger cookies. Continue reading July 19th – Santa learns of a crisis at the North Pole
The sleigh skidded to a stop against the edge of a mountain. The mountain was surrounded with clouds and hidden from view. Jessie looked out from the sleigh. She could feel the dampness of the clouds against her fur and shivered. She nestled back under her blanket until Santa called her.
“Hurry, girl. The entrance to the guild hall is just up the slope. Let’s get inside before the dampness gets through our clothes.” Continue reading July 17th – Santa meets with the Guild of Magical Creatures