Category Archives: Holiday Story-Fiction

A day in the life of an elf: “A secret documentary”

by Caleb Curry/Staff Writer

Bang! Bang! The constant sound of the hammer making toys. Constant Christmas carols, happy faces, laughing, and talking.

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year!” the elves sang.

Wonderful, haha,” Mike said quietly, More like horrible. Oh by the way my name is Mike. I’ve been one of Santa’s elves here in the North Pole for 15 years. Now the world doesn’t recognize life in the North Pole so human rights violations and labor laws don’t apply out here. Fifteen years and not a dime for my trouble. I just love the work some would say, or it’s the kids’ happy faces that get me up in the morning. All of that is pure nonsense. No amount of happiness can fulfill the amount of pain that my ears go through. This much constant noise is enough to make someone-“

“Bang! Bang! Clank! Bang! Smash!” the hammer continued. 

“Hey, Jonathan,” Mike yelled, “I’m doing a mysterious monologue to the documentary crew here. If you don’t stop, I will take that mallet and throw it out the window.”

“Sorry about that. As I was saying, the working conditions are laughable and free will is nothing but a construct of our imaginations, which is why I have formulated a plan. This documentary is not going to focus on the joys of Christmas and the ‘happiness of the holidays.’ Instead I will be drawing attention to the human rights violations committed by the big man in the red suit,” Mike finished.

“Let’s start by interviewing Mitch,” Mike said, “Hey, Mitch.”

“Hey, Mike,” Mitch said, “What’s with the big camera?”

“Documentary about the joys of the holidays,” Mike said with a wink to the camera. “How long have you been making jack-in- the-boxes?” he added.

“I’m entering hour seventeen now,” Mitch responded.

“And have you seen a cent for your labors, Mitch?” Mike inquired.

“What does that have to do with Christ-“ Mitch started.

“Don’t be such a cotton-headed Ninny muggins, Mitch, and answer the question.”

“No, I guess,” Mike said, “Also that was a bit rude of you and I would like an apology.”

“Well, that’s all the time we have for Mitch,” Mike said quickly. “Let’s go take a look at the reindeer.”

“And here we are in the wild, a look at the reindeer in their natural habitat,” Mike said, “except they’re not because Santa kidnapped them and brought them to the frigid North Pole. He fed them magic carrots that make them fly, and forced them to fly all around the world to each house with the world’s heaviest bag of toys,” Mike said angrily. “Now there is just one more thing I want to show you,” Mike said with a smirk.

“The Holy Grail of Big Red’s great atrocities,” Mike said, “Santa’s stash of coal for the naughty kids. The world is striving to find fuel sources because natural resources will run out, and here the Big Kahuna is with an eternity’s supply.” Mike said. He closed out, “Ladies and gentlemen of the Earth I call you to put an end to Santa’s reign and dethrone him if not for us, for the lifetime supply of coal.”

“A shocking news story has developed today as a documentary titled ‘The True and Scary Story of Santa Claus’s Compound’ reached the world today,” the news anchor said, “The documentary was produced and hosted by a former elf named Mike. Mike showed up on the coast of the U.K. requesting asylum after allegedly swimming from the North Pole.” She went on, “Many world leaders requested a conference with Santa Claus who made the decision to cut off communication with them all together. In response countries started taking sides and the unofficial declaration of World War Three has begun. We will now show you footage of different leaders stating which side they will be on.”

“If there is large amounts of coal in the North Pole, then sure I’ll go to war,” The U.S. President said. 

“Human Rights violations are ay-okay with us, so we’ll take Santa’s side,” the leader of Communist China said.

“I’m going to stay out of this one,” the German leader said.

“In other news, parents are now angry that they will have to spend their own money on Christmas presents. The U.S. president has said the term ‘Christmas Spirit’ is just commie propaganda. The U.K. said they will be renaming the holiday on December 25th to ‘Happy Cold Day,’ and some people are pushing for people to remember the true reason for theholidays. This is Channel 12’s Jane Wilkinson wishing you a Merry Happy Cold Day and a good new year. Good night,” Jane closed.

Holiday Story: Santa Leaves a Mystery

by Kyler Rhoades/Staff Writer

Santa Claus was passed out cold on her fireplace, and Olivia was beginning to regret coming downstairs for a snack. She was in shock, and also a little frightened. Was Santa Claus really in her house? She stopped believing in Santa years ago, but after this, realized that she had been wrong all this time. Unsure of what to do, Olivia tapped on his shoulder. At first, it did no good. Santa was out cold, perhaps tired from all the trips he had been making around the globe. It was three in the morning, and he surely had more places to go. Olivia, still unsure of what to do, started pacing the room. She ventured over to the kitchen, and spotted that the cookies and milk left for him by her little sister hadn’t been touched. Still hungry, she decided to take one of the cookies for herself to enjoy. As she reached for a cookie, she heard a voice, “Ah, taking my snack I see.” 

Olivia quickly turned around, and saw Santa Claus. He wasn’t very tall, had a white beard, and looked almost identical to how you see him portrayed. “Uhm, well, I was a little hungry myself,” Olivia said, startled. Santa laughed, “Oh it’s alright. As a matter of fact, I’m starting to get a little full. Billions of cookies will do that to you.” They began to have a conversation, and Olivia asked a question that Santa loved, “You deliver all of these people presents, but you get nothing in return, what would you want for Christmas?” 

Santa smiled, “Seeing the joy on each and every one of the kids’ faces is enough for me.” After a few minutes of talking, Santa told her he had to go, and for her to keep this interaction their secret. He snapped his fingers, and up the chimney, he vanished. 

Several hours later, Olivia and her family gathered in the living room, ready to open presents. Olivia’s little sister, Madison, noticed a present that she hadn’t seen before. No label on it, nothing. Her parents, also a little confused, told her to open it. There was a note inside, with a riddle on it. The riddle insinuated that it will lead the person reading it to the greatest gift of all. The family then started their journey to find this present. The riddle read, “If a lion had a Christmas music album, what would it be called?” They immediately wondered what they could possibly do which would lead them to the gift. The family all agreed that the riddle seemed very hard to figure out, and how they could possibly use it to find this gift. Then, Olivia remembered, during her conversation with Santa hours prior, in response to him asking what they’d be doing to celebrate Christmas, she noted that she and her family were potentially going to go to the zoo, as it was something her little sister had been begging her parents to do. Unfortunately, her parents tried to buy tickets to go and see the lights, and a fireworks display, but it was sold out. After the conversation she had with Santa resparked in her mind, she said, “The zoo!” Her parents thought it made sense as well, since it said something about a lion in the riddle.

Looking around their home, they looked for more clues; that’s when Madison discovered something stamped on the “Jingle Bells” record they had, which they always listened to on their record player this time of year. Jingle was crossed out, and it instead said, “Jungle Bells!” Madison lifted up the record to discover four tickets to the zoo. Filled with excitement, Olivia, along with the rest of her family, knew one thing was for sure: Santa Claus is real.

Holiday Story: Midnight snack

by Ben Brunsting/Staff Writer

Santa Claus was passed out cold on her fireplace, and Olivia was beginning to regret coming downstairs for a snack. The large man groaned softly but didn’t move and inch. He just remained still at the base of the fireplace. Olivia couldn’t help but let her curiosity get the better of her and tip-toed over to Mr. Clause with the subtlety of an assassin. As she got closer she started to notice more and more details about Santa, Such as his large sack of presents being almost bottomless with colors not even the rainbow has. She discarded the thought of peeking at the presents and continued tip-toeing towards Santa.

 When she finally reached him she got a good look at his face for the first time. His nose and cheeks were red as in the stories, his mouth surrounded by a forest of white hair. There appeared to be no damage to Santa besides the fact that his hat had fallen off. She sneakily grabbed his hat from next to him and tapped on his cheek in an attempt to wake him up. At first there was nothing but groaning but as the presses on his cheeks got harder from her impatience, he began showing signs of waking up. He wrinkled his nose and said, “Please… honey, five more minutes,” in a low voice.

Finally Oliva spoke and said, “Are you talking about Mrs. Claus?”

Her voice surprised Saint Nick and he awoke with a start. His eyes darted around the room to figure out where he was. At first he looked around panicked until he saw his presents. He grabbed the bag and resumed looking around Olivia’s living room until his eyes settled on Olivia holding his hat out in offering. Santa calmed and let out a loud sigh. He accepted his hat from Olivia and stood up. 

“Why, hello there, Olivia, I apologize for waking you.” He spoke softly with a large smile on his face.

“Don’t worry, Santa I was already awake,” she corrected. “I was coming down to get a snack and saw you on the floor.” Her eyes glowed with curiosity while staring at the jolly fat man. 

“Well, that’s good.” He chuckled. “I am sorry, though, it made you worry about my well-being.”

“Are you ok, Santa?” she questioned, her face souring.

“I am in tip top shape, my dear,” he reassured. “Just watch.” He began to wave his hand and light came out and took the cookies and milk Olivia had left out straight to Santa. He took a large bite and a swig to match. After his drink he let out a loud sigh. The light then took care of all of the soot that came out of the chimney upon his descent. Olivia giggled as the light twirled around her and she attempted to spin to follow it. Santa also laughed at the child’s actions and grabbed her so as to stop her. They both laughed and fell to the ground to stop the dizziness. 

As their laughter died down Santa rolled up his sleeve and took a long look at his watch. He sighed and spoke to Olivia. “I’m sorry, my dear, but I must be going. I have many more houses to get to.” 

Olivia looked at him and frowned, but still she nodded in acceptance. Santa patted her on the head and smiled, “I’m glad you understand. now hurry on upstairs so I can put your present under the tree.” She smiled once again and hugged Santa. 

“Will you be back again next year?” she asked.

“Of course, Olivia, I’ll always come back,” he reassured me.

As Olivia looked back one more time while meandering up the stairs Santa waved one more time and said goodbye. She went halfway up the stairs and came back down to see if he had left. When she peeked again he was gone and a new present was under the tree. She smiled and returned to her room and collapsed on her bed. She slid the covers back on top of her and shut her eyes hoping to awaken next on Christmas morning.

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Holiday Story: Stevie’s Story

by Tyler Young/Staff Writer

Dear Journal,

My name is Stevie, and I will be writing in this journal to describe my day. Now, I started this journal on December 20. It’s only a few days before Christmas! But for an elf, these last days before Christmas are hard.

First, my morning starts like this. I work the night shift for Santa at the North Pole and end my shift at 11:00 p.m. Then I drive my toy car (not life size) back to my little gingerbread house with my wife sleeping in our bed. I crawl into bed and sleep until about 7:30 a.m. My wife usually wakes me up and from there I get out of bed and go to the bathroom. 

Now, us elves are not humans. We don’t use soap when we shower, instead we use maple syrup. Elf skin is not like human skin. We take the maple syrup and use it like soap, but it keeps us smelling great and looking great. Then, I brush my teeth. Normal right? Wrong! We don’t use toothpaste like humans. Us elves suck on a candy cane. It’s practically the same thing. It keeps our mouths minty fresh. I finish up in the bathroom and head to the kitchen. 

My wife is usually kind enough to make me breakfast, but sometimes I do it myself. Today though she prepared me my favorite. She made me a birthday cake, Christmas cookies, an apple, and chocolate milk Now you might be thinking that this is unhealthy. But for elves this covers the main food group. That particular food group is “Happy Food” and us elves live off of Happy foods so it’s good for us.

Once I finish my breakfast and my bathroom routine, it is roughly 8:00 a.m. So I use the day to my best advantage but also not wear myself out. 

Next things next, I sit in my work chair and start ordering toy supplies that I might need for the week in case something comes in late or something is destroyed. But before I do that, I have to review the wishlists that I have been assigned for the week, what supplies I need, and when I need to get those toys assembled. I make myself a list of supplies and order the supplies to my workspace back at Santa’s factory. This takes me about an hour to do.

Now that it is about 9:00 a.m. I’ll usually watch the elf news so I can watch out for the toy stocks or any last minute Naughty or Nice list changes. I get bored after about 30 mins of the news, so I now end up helping my wife with house chores or go to the grocery store to buy happy food or toy supplies. Once I’m done with that it is about 10:00-10:30 a.m. At this hour I usually go outside and make sure the snow is nice and healthy. Snow is considered our grass because it never stops snowing. If it gets too high I take the snow blower and remove some off. 2-3 inches of snow is a reasonable amount on the ground. I usually clear it anyway so I don’t get trapped. When I finish, the time is pushing 11:30 a.m. It gets boring having to wait until 7:30 to go to work. But you have to make the best of it. 

In the afternoon I’ll take a nap or watch some TV and eat lunch. My wife is gone in the afternoon hours so I have to watch the house and make some time for me. For lunch I usually make a pizza, brownies, and a smoothie. You know, happy foods. It’s usually 12:00 when I first lie down to take a nap because it gets boring. I go to the bedroom and just lie down and snooze. But I have to be up or be done with whatever I’m doing by 3:30 pm. This is one of the more magical times for an elf. This is because all the elves in the village leave their gingerbread houses and go to the center of the village where Santa is waiting for us all. From there, his greatness will touch the side of his nose and the big ol’ Christmas tree in the town square lights up and Christmas music starts to play and we all just dance and have a good time for about an hour and a half. We dance, we have conversations, we talk to Santa, and just have an awesome time. We do this every day at the same time starting December 20-December 24 to celebrate the holiday season. 

Evening hours: During the evening hours, my wife and I will eat dinner or chit chat about our days and listen to nice Christmas music or hang up some more decorations for the house. We are considered to be the most festive couple in the North Pole and have won the “Most Festive Award” five years running by Santa himself! It’s such a pleasure. But after I eat dinner, which is usually a turkey or ham with all of the fixings, and spend time with my wife,. I have to start packing my briefcase and get ready for my shift at the factory. It’s a good job and it pays well. There are 250 factories and I work in factory 19 with my buddy Ed. Not to brag but Rudolph himself is our supervisor so I get to talk to “THE Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer” every day! So when I leave to work in my wind up toy car, I park in my parking space which is 12B and walk into the factory and sit in my positional place.

Now that the sun has set and I’m in my workplace. My job is to receive lists and the toy parts I ordered to the office and start building. Since there are 7 billion people in the world and about 3 billion children. There are only 3 million elves. So my list is pretty big. My list usually is about 30 kids a day for 25 days. Now you’re probably thinking “Oh, that’s not that bad.” Well, you have to remember that kids want more than one gift under the tree. So I work until about 11;00 p.m. and get in my Christmas pajamas and go to sleep. That is a day in the life of an elf and it is just about the perfect life. Thank you for reading my story.

Holiday Story: An Elf’s Adventures in december

by Audrey Roberts/Staff Writer

Day 1

December 1, 2020

Most people think we elves work all year round to get presents for everyone.  But that’s not true.  We don’t start work until July.  The term Christmas in July actually originated when it leaked that we start work again in July.  But whatever.  Anyway, we’ve been at it for months now, figuring out what everyone wants and then starting the toy-making process.  While most elves are in the toy making departments-crafting, wood work, painting, gears, naming, fixing-I’m one of the elite elves that works in the researching department.  We get the special honor of figuring out what a kid wants.  As we go through each kid’s life and their likes and dislikes, we figure out what everyone wants.  While it’s tiring going through a lot of the same lives every year, it’s always fun to see how someone’s done since the last time we checked a year ago.

Because interests change, kids don’t get exactly what they want, but if we worked to make sure everyone got what they wanted, we’d be making every single toy at the last minute!  Anyways, my boss, Jingle Wreath (Mr. Wreath), gave me this journal as my ten-year anniversary present.  I’ve worked at this job for ten years and I’ve made sure to work hard.  Considering we only work for half the year, we got to prove we deserve our long breaks!  Anyways, I think I’ll write til Christmas and then take a break until next year.

So long for now, journal.

P.S. My name is Cheery Stocking.

Day 2

December 2, 2020

Today I got to research more last-minute kids.  Last-minute kids are what we call December born kids.  They’re the ones that are tiny little babies that get born in December.  This one girl really stood out to me though.  Her name is Sally Banitch.  Sally is the cutest little baby, but her birth was a hard one.  Her dad died in a car crash and her mom went into early labor because of that same car crash.  Her mom had been so sad because of her husband’s death, but her face got so happy when she saw Sally.  I can tell that they’re going to have a good life together, even if they get a little lonely.  Plus, I can tell Sally will bring back the light into her mother’s eyes!

We all decided that she should get little socks with her name on them for Christmas.  The clothing elves are great at making the softest and warmest clothes, especially for babies.

Also, my friends and I all went to Rudolph’s Hot Chocolate Parlor for dinner!  It was Snowy Bell’s idea and treat.  We all got hot chocolate (of course) and chocolate chip cookies with some candycanes on the side.  It was nice to hang out with them since I’ve been swamped with work.

I’ll write again soon!

Day 5

December 5, 2020

You’ll never believe what happened.  The power went out.  It’s only gone out a few times in Claus history.  Unfortunately, the snow storm was so bad, they still haven’t gotten the lights and trees back on, let alone the equipment everyone needs.  Nothing got done today!

On the bright side, all the departments got to have a free day in the workshop.  The Research department went down and read old records of past children and their histories.  My favorite was about a little boy who made a new Christmas List every month because he couldn’t decide what he wanted.  This all stopped when he turned 10, but his old lists were so cute.

One of them said:

My Christmas lest:

1.I want a buny rabbet

2.I want a fun trip to Disney World

3.I want a twin sister

4.I want Marcie Jones to sit next to me on the bus

5.I want to meet a raindear

I can’t wait to get back to work, even though it’s starting to slow down.  Soon the Research Department will have to join up with the Travel Route Department to help make any adjustments to kids they missed or added that were or weren’t on the list.

Until tomorrow!

Day 6

December 6, 2020

I was cleaning out my closet and found an old picture of some friends I made when I was an intern.  Not all elves get into the Workshop and you have to be an intern first.  In the picture, I realized that five of us didn’t make it.  Unfortunately, one of us got Mint Bite (a very serious winter condition for us elves) and was sent to Florida as an agent.  Merry Icicle got sent to the South Pole to handle the upstart who had been stirring up our naughtiness-meter by spreading lies about Mr. Claus.  He even spread one that made Mrs. Claus seem like a Hippo.

Luckily he’s entered an agreement to always get a present as long as he doesn’t say anything else about the North Pole and its inner-workings, whether true or false.

Then I realized that my best friend in that picture was still my best friend now: Mistle Star.  We both work in the Research Department and can’t wait to go on our annual Skiing trip we take in January to celebrate a job well done.

Write to ya next time!

Day 7

December 7, 2020

I’m so mad I could yell!  Candy Candle came in and demanded, demanded, that we rewrite all of November’s present choices.  She claimed that no one would want anything we had put on that list and we had to start over.  She thinks that because she’s Mr. Wreath’s daughter she owns our department but she certainly does not.  She’s only 12, and already set up for a job in the Painting Department.  Whatever, she won’t have long before she will have to focus on her internship instead of bossing us around.  Either way, her father, our boss, came in and put a stop to her anyway.

In a week, half of us will go to work with the Travel Route Department and the other half will stay in the Research Department to deal with any new comers.  I do hope I get chosen to help with the Travel Route DepaPerrtment.  I’ve never had the chance and would love to try it!

Well, I guess I’ll find out on the 15th.  Write later!

Day 8

December 8, 2020

Today I learned that adding candycanes to your mint tea works better than adding sugar!  It sounds disgusting, but when I told some of the other elves and they tried it, they agreed that it was the most wonderful tasting cocoa they’d ever tasted.

Afterwards, I-

Wait, someone’s knocking on the door…

Alright.  So nobody was at the door but there was a secret letter.  Here’s what it said:

Dear Cheery Stocking, 

This year you have been chosen for Santa’s Holiday Party Committee (SHPC).  As you know, every year, we elves throw a big Christmas celebration in honor of everyone’s hard work, especially Santa who spends almost his entire year working with every department to make each Christmas a success.

Tell no one you are a part of this committee.  Come to the Holiday Meeting Room at 9:30 P.M. tomorrow night.  If you don’t arrive, we will assume you’re uninterested and will invite someone else to the committee.

Don’t be late,

The head of SHPC

I can’t believe it!!  I’ve only heard of the legendary committee!  They’re said to be legendary people, myths, that are so secretive no one knows if they’re real.  For all anyone else knows, the Holiday Party comes from thin air.

I can’t wait for tomorrow night!

Day 9

December 9, 2020

You will never guess who the head of the committee is for the SHPC.  It’s Mrs. Claus!  She was beautiful, too.  Everyone thinks she’s really old with grey hair, but her hair is dyed gray.

Apparently, every year, she invites five new people to the committee to keep up the flow of new, creative ideas for the party.  This year, she decided to pick Starry Mistletoe, Candle Bow, Crimson Present, Ginger Frosting, and me.

This meeting was just about the rules, (don’t tell anyone you’re in the committee, share every idea, give good advice, never make fun of someone elses idea or degrade it, and have fun).  She also said that next meeting we would plan the theme.  Every year the theme is different.  Last year the theme was reindeer and everything was reindeer styled.

Day 8

December 8, 2020

Tomorrow night I get to go to the second meeting.  I’ve been thinking about what theme ideas I could come up with.  I made a list of my best ideas in order of my favorite to least favorite:

1.Gingerbread theme

2.Snowman theme

3.Christmas Tree theme

4.Starry Night theme

The ones that have been done that I remember are the Snowball Fight theme, the Present Swap theme, and the Christmas Carol theme.  I liked the Christmas Carol theme the best!  Everyone would be laughing and having a good time when someone would randomly start singing a carol, and the rules of that party were if anyone started a song, everyone had to finish it together!

So long for now!

Day 10

December 10, 2020

She loved my idea!!!  She thought very highly of my Gingerbread theme and it’s in the top 3.  We get to think them over and then we get to vote for them in two days at our next meeting.  The other two options are an Ornament theme and a Christmas Lights theme.  I really hope my idea goes through, but if everyone else likes a different theme better and thinks it will be more fun, then I want that one to be chosen.

I also got another last-minute child.  This one was a little boy with the name of Joseph Smith.  Joseph is a super-grouchy, but adorable, little boy.  His blue eyes sparkle with mischief whenever he opens them.  I can’t wait to read about his life every year!  I decided to put him down for a cute shirt that says, “My present to you is mischief!” in green and red letters.  On the back of the shirt will be a picture of the Grinch.  I think it will be a great present for him.

Day 11

December 11, 2020

Mr. Wreath came by with some forms and asked us to fill one out if we wanted to be considered for the group that goes to help the travel Route Department.  Of course I filled one out.  A few more people filled some out as well.  There weren’t too many so I think I’ve got a good chance of going this year.

In the cookie room where we go on our breaks, I heard someone talking about the Annual gift exchange.  Ever since the Present themed party a few years ago, someone has left a box with names in the cookie room on December 10.  Every elf takes a name and they get a gift for that person.  I had completely forgotten in all my excitement about getting on the committee.  I went to pick out a name and I got Snowy Bell!  (She’s the one who treated us to Rudolph’s Hot Chocolate Parlor a week ago.

Ooh!  Thinking about that got me to figure out what her present will be!  She brought us to the parlor because she loves hot chocolate and wanted to hang out with her friends.  I’ll get her a hot chocolate machine for her present.  I hope she’ll like it!

Bye for now.

Day 12

December 12, 2020

IT WENT THROUGH!!!!  My idea!  Mrs. Claus and everyone, myself included, voted and mine had the most votes.  Don’t worry, though.  I didn’t vote for my own because that’s cheating and rude.  I voted for the Ornament theme.  Maybe that’s the idea we’ll use next year!

After we figured out what theme to use, we started brainstorming ideas for the party’s theme.  Here’s what I’ve got so far:

Snacks:

-gingerbread cookies

  • Snowflakes
  • Christmas trees
  • Ornaments
  • Presents
  • Bells
  • Reindeer
  • Wreaths
  • Gingerbread men

-hot chocolate

-eggnog

Decorations:

-gingerbread houses/other gingerbread structures put all around the main entryway (where the party is held), and in all sizes:huge stands and miniature table toppers

-gingerbread cut-outs that go hang up in the room

-the main Christmas tree can have all its ornaments replaced with gingerbread men

Music:

-Christmas music of course

I’m so excited!  I can’t wait to share all my ideas during the next meeting. 

Till tomorrow!

Day 15

December 15, 2020

I better watch out!  I just keep getting good luck.  Today I got my form back that I sent to try to get into the group going to the Travel Route Department.  I’m in!!!

I can’t wait.  I finished up one more last-minute child and then started shutting everything down.  I get to go over tomorrow with some of the others and I’m so excited!!

Plus, earlier, at the SHPC meeting 

Day 20

December 20, 2020

I’m sorry I haven’t written in a while.  We’ve been busy mapping Santa’s route and trying to predict where the storms, blizzards, and any other hazards will show up.  On top of that, planning the SHPC has become another full-time job.  We are busy making all the decorations and finalizing the plans for the treats and activities, plus the music needs to be chosen and put in an order that flows and still keeps the holiday mood in full bloom.  I never knew how much work went into planning the party.

Either way, There are only 5 days left until Christmas and only 24 before Santa’s big sleigh journey.  The work is piling on and I go to sleep exhausted every night.  But it’s the good kind of tired.  It’s the kind you feel when you’ve worked hard and can tell you’re accomplishing something.

Day 22,

December 22, 2020

The route for Santa has been finalized, checked, and quadruple checked.  Now, we all just need to keep an eye on the weather and hope nothing goes wrong.  I remember watching the Santa tracker and, like everyone else, freaking out when the 2004 Great Christmas Eve Snowstorm came roling into Texas.  The people working in the Travel Route Department were so cool, though.  They stayed calm and collected and helped Santa finish his deliveries with no harm to him, the reindeer, or the presents.  Though the sleigh was a bit beaten up.

I hope nothing like that happens this year, but if it does, I hope I can keep as calm and collected as they did.  Along with my mind on that, the decorations are finished and we’re getting ready to hang everything up.   While Santa is delivering presents and everyone else is watching the Santa Progress Tracker, the elves in SHPC all go and hang the decorations up, get the food and drinks set out, and make sure everything is ready.  Of course Mrs. Claus doesn’t get to help us because elves would wonder why she wasn’t watching the Santa Tracker.

Though I doubt she minds since she also seems a bit worried whenever Santa goes on his big trip.

Talk to you soon!

Day 24,

December 24, 2020

Alright.  I know it’s really early but I don’t think I’ll have much time to write once Santa takes off.  Since I’ve last written, the treats were made yesterday, the decorations are hidden and ready to go, and the Travel Route hasn’t changed.  And…one sec, someone is knocking.

It was Starry Mistle.  She says Santa is leaving soon.  When Santa leaves, all the elves and Mrs. Claus gather in the main hall to see him off.  The reindeer take off at his signal, Rudolph’s nose always shining bright, and then the big front doors open up and away he goes.  Once he’s gone, everyone will go to watch the Santa Progress Tracker.  Once he’s halfway done, the elves in SHPC will go set everything up and come back a few at a time, making it look inconspicuous.

Got to go.

Day 25

December 25, 2020

Christmas was incredible.  No weather changes caused any problems and Santa’s ride went without a hitch.  When he got back, he was thrilled to find the theme of the party was a Gingerbread theme!  All the elves partied until early this morning.  We all ate, and laughed, and talked, and sang, and exchanged presents.  Snowy Bell loved the hot chocolate machine I got her.  Turns out, through sheer coincidence, she pulled my name out of the box!

She’s so thoughtful and notices everything.   She knew that Mistle Star and I also go on our annual skiing trip as a job-well-done and decided to get me new skis.  I love them.  They’ve got little stockings with goodies in them to represent my last name.  She had them handmade by a specialist.  She’s so nice that way!

Anyways, after the party slowed down, Santa called our attention to the main Christmas tree, (which was covered in gingerbread ornaments to continue the theme), and we all got our holiday present from him.  This year we all got magical candy canes!  They sound lame, but everytime you lick them, you taste another flavor.  And, some of the flavors will turn your hair a different color, make your eyes have all the colors of the rainbow, and more (but don’t worry, it’s not permanent!).

We’ve all worked so hard, it’s sad to see another year go by.  But I’m glad that I’ve been given so many chances this year.  I’m now a member of SHPC, I got to work with the Travel Route Department, and I’ve read so many wonderful stories about the lives of so many incredible kids.  Plus, now I’m going to leave to go on my skiing trip with Mistle Star!

I’m glad my boss, Mr. Wreath, gave me this journal.  It’s been fun writing about my time.  I can’t wait to look back on these memories and remember how much fun I had!

Well, I’m off!  Until next year!!! And Merry Christmas!

Holiday Story: An Elf’s Day

by Josie Coughenour/Staff Writer

I don’t know why I was picked out of all the elves to explain to the ordinary human how my day goes. I mean, I have terrible handwriting. Let me start off by saying, I will not sugarcoat anything about how an ordinary day for me goes. There are enough lies in the world; you don’t need another. 

My name is Bob, or that is what I call myself. When you are born, you are given a number. Mine is 456712389012738. So, when somebody wants to get my attention, they yell, “Hey, 456712389012738.”  Why are we given numbers? Well, we are so busy creating toys for all of you, we don’t have time to name children. We all secretly name ourselves; that is why I am called Bob. Another Elf’s name is Sherry, another one is Derril, and so on and so forth.

We don’t have labor laws up here. We are forced to work every hour of every single day. Every single day of the year. We elves don’t fall asleep unless if we haven’t eaten a Christmas cookie in a while. So, we work every single day for 365 days of the year, while Santa gets to read about all of you. Also, elves die every five hundred years. So, I have a couple hundred left before I go too elf heaven; they probably work up there too. The rules are so strict that we have to be working while in the bathroom (sorry, Timmy Fishers, I accidentally dropped the wheels for your train in the sink). Relationships are not forbidden; you just have to make toys while flirting. Trust me, it is hard to kiss a girl while making a Rubik’s cube.

Also, we elves are not three feet tall, we are two feet tall, get it right! Don’t you kids know the difference from 24 inches and 36 inches? Well, there is definitely a difference. Unfortunately, we do tend to have big ears. Do not worry, it is easier to keep small things in there while working, especially ingredients while you are cooking. Elves are experts in everything, except you human people. We always wonder why you have male singers that sound like girls, can’t figure out the purpose for onions, and we don’t understand why you don’t celebrate Christmas year-round. We have in fact found out the reason why you pierce your ears. If we use our ears to hold food, you must use your ears like a funnel for icing, water, or any other liquids type things while you are cooking; is that right?

Also, elves don’t wear just red and green. That would be stupid. We also wear: lime, scarlet, ruby, and olive. Why are you humans always so stereotypical!? Santa also is not as fat as some of the books you make us make for you. He is scrawnier than a bean pole, whatever that is. He has white hair and a white beard, but so many wrinkles. They make him look better in your picture books. How else do you think Santa fits down the chimney? If he was fat, he could not fit down your chimney. Santa believes chimney houses believe in him, so he only goes too chimney houses to deliver presents.

That is basically an elf’s day. Work. Work. Work. We labor for your wishes and desires, and can only eat Christmas cookies, and listen to Christmas songs. We only get SNOW SNOW SNOW!!! Don’t you think we get cold? Don’t you think we get frostbite? So, this is my explanation of how I am forced to make all your wishes come true. I don’t want you to feel sympathetic or mad at our unpleasant situation. Just know that we care about all of you  (even though you are complaining, selfish, stereotypical people)… We Care.

 

– 456712389012738 (Bob)

 

Scary Story: The House on Merry Lane

by Jaden McGee

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October 31, 2012, Austin and Scott roam through the parking lot to find their car. With big plans ahead, they couldn’t wait to get home and get ready for the haunted house tonight.  At last, the car was found, and on their way they go. Austin, a brown hair blue eyed football player was not scared of much but this haunted house was going to test him. Scott, typical jock, hard headed, thought this haunted house was going to be nothing, but little did they know they were in for the worst time of their life….

The boys jump in the car and start to head to the haunted house.  “Do you see all of this?” Scott said. 

“Yeah, this seems like a pretty sketchy area…” said Austin. The clock strikes 6:50 and the boys arrive at the entrance. Walking up to the gate, Austin heard Scott whisper, “Are you sure we should go in?” 

Austin knew he was going in, “There is no way we are not going in, we are going to have so much fun.. what is the worst that could happen,” Austin explained. A fifteen page waiver is set in front of the two, each needing to sign to enter the attraction. 

Scott questioned, “Should we read these over?” 

Austin exclaimed, “Absolutely not, just sign!” With approximately twenty-five more minutes to wait to go in, the boys sat anxiously ready to see what was going to happen. The time has come, the doors open with the previous group. The room goes quiet. The looks on peoples faces that just came back were insane. The people looked absolutely terrified, traumatized. Now it was Austin and Scott’s turn, and it was only the two.

They walk through the door, and it leads outside. They have to get in a car, so they get in. Austin asks, “You ready?” 

Scott replies, “No, not really.” The car ride takes about two minutes, pitch black, not knowing where they are going, they pull into a garage, and got out of the car. “Walk through this door, and follow the steps inside, if at any point you would like to stop, turn on your flashlight, and the simulations will end, enjoy,” said the lady that dropped them off at the haunted house. They walk into a pitch black house, and immediately, things are coming from all over the place. Clowns are running around screaming, dressed up pigs are running with chainsaws, Michael Myers is following them from behind with a knife, all of these freaky things are going on at once. There is a piercing screeching sound coming from some type of speaker throughout the whole house. Blood was dripping from the walls, spelling “YOU WILL DIE HAHA.” 

Scott quickly stated, “Dude, I do not know if I can do this anymore.” 

“Yeah me either,” said Austin. Austin pulls out his phone to shine his flashlight to stop everything. Biggest regret of their life.

Out come these clowns, and chase the kids into a room. The boys are cornered, the clowns get the boys and tie them down on the bed. These witches walk in with large machetes and hover over the two, the boys had no clue what was going to happen next. The witch sets up Austin straight up in front of Scott. Using the machete, the witch started to cut off the limbs of Austin when alive while Scott watched. Scott, not being able to do anything screams and cries out for help for anyone to do something. Tears dripping down his face, Scott screams “WHERE AM I!!” Everything goes silent, the lights go out, and a little voice whispers “The house on Merry Lane.”

 

What’s Hidden in the Corn?

by Kylie Burnett/Staff Writer

It was the late 80’s, and Heather Carry was on her way to a party at Chad the “jock’s” house. She didn’t really want to go, but all she would have done anyway would be just staying in her room and writing. Ever since Heather was a child she dreamed about being an author and publishing her own stories, especially horror stories. People thought she was weird, but Heather didn’t care. She didn’t care what the popular kids thought, or what her family thought. All she cared about was her stories, and what was on each page.

Walking in, the blaring music and smell of regret lingered through the air. Heather knew she shouldn’t be there, but she couldn’t help herself. Her friends Matt Prescott and Tiffany Lee suddenly clung to her like two scared puppies. “Guys, it’s just a dumb house party, I don’t even know why we are here,” Heather exlaimed. Quickly Matt replied with, “Well, some of us actually get scared, and not just of ghouls or monsters, but popular kids with lip-stained lies.” No matter how “evil” or cruel the “popular” kids were, Heather never really cared. As Chad and Rebecca “The It Girl” Cohen stumbled into the frightened trio, the group of five fell to the ground. One person was screaming, and Tiffany was almost in tears from hitting her head. Out of nowhere sirens screamed through the night and echoed in the ears of the guilty teenagers. “Everyone out,” Chad yelled from the floor. Two hundred kids, it seemed, poured out of the house. All of a sudden the sirens stopped, and it was dead quiet. Who wasl left was Heather, Matt, Tiffany, Chad, and well, Rebecca passed out on the floor. 

The house was as dead as a doornail. The five were just left there sitting in silence, not a word was spoken for at least an hour. Rebecca was waking up and, as usual, was confused. The clock suddenly struck 3 AM. 

As Heather and her dynamic duo was about to leave, the door slammed shut! A gasp from Chad echoed in the empty house. “I have to get out of here,” Rebecca screamed while pushing Tiffany out of the way. As everyone was frantically running around the downstairs, Heather stayed still and calm.

“Everyone sit!” Heather commanded. “Now seeing as how we are trapped in this house, I’ll tell you a story.” Heather was just trying to calm everyone down, but an evil thought came to her head, more like a scary thought. Rebecca and Chad laughed the idea off. “Ghost stories are for babies. We’re older now Heather.” 

Tiffany and Matt, looking as nervous as ever, both said, “Heather’s stories are true and terrifying!” 

“Fine, on with it than!” Rebecca shouted. As the four were sitting in a circle on the cold tile floor, Heather went scrambling around to try and find candles or something of the sort. She found two blood red candles and out of her bag she pulled out a lighter and her book. She lit the candles and picked a random page, the room was cold, but the candles seemed to help warm up the surrounding area. “Now let’s get started, everyone,” said Heather with a devilish grin. 

As Heather started separating the white-washed pages Matt and Tiffany were shaking while Chad and Rebecca couldn’t be less fazed. Heather began, “This is a story of friends, a cornfield, and one night that changed everything. As the wind grew cold, the starry night glowing above Greenfield, Indiana, it was a small quiet town, one with many cornfields. Like any night on Halloween a group of five teenagers decided to walk around. It started like any normal night, trick or treating, scaring little kids. No one knew what was ahead of them. These friends were all very different, but all had the same idea, to go into a cornfield. No one knows why it was like they were drawn to it. After a couple of houses they turned a corner and went down a windy country road. They all stopped in their tracks and the boy said, ‘There it is.’ Before them was an imposing field of corn. They eased their way into the field one by one. The sound of laughter filled the air when all of a sudden a blood curdling scream came from the middle of the field. The friends quickly gathered together, and each one was shaking in fear. 

Each friend wanted to leave, but when they tried retracing their steps, they ended up back in what seemed like the middle. One girl in the group said, “let’s split up.” So naturally everyone did. All of a sudden the light from the sky never appeared, and as each friend was trying to find a way out a crunch of the ground followed behind them. They couldn’t find their way out so each teenager was yelling and frantically trying to find one another. At one point the corn and the friends all stood still to try and find one another. One by one each scream of a child appeared. Four, five, three, two. Two were left they could see each other running, but never seem to find one another. The two spotted each other and started running to meet. As they were about to embrace each other in fear, a dark tall figure jump upon the boy and stared directly into the girl.  

An eerie voice screeched, “get out now!” She ran faster than she ever had. Reaching the end she tripped and was lying on the ground in pain. The sun started rising from the horizon, and as she was crawling her way back to the road, something grabbed her ankle and dragged her back. Those five teenagers were never to be seen again…”

“Was that scary enough for you?” Heather laughed. Chad replied “Okay, okay, that was creepy I’ll admit.” Rebecca was half asleep, and Matt and Tiffany were pacing the ground. A loud snap came from the house, and the front door swung open. Heather’s book slammed close and as she tried to open it, her hands started to burn. She dropped the book in rage. Matt, Tiffany, Rebecca, Chad, and Heather all made their way to the doorstep. To their amazement instead of the privileged neighborhood, it was a field…a corn field. Heather whispered, “I told you it was real.” 

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What’s Under Your Skin?

By Staff Writer/Trinity Fields

The clock strikes twelve. It’s officially October 31st. It’s officially Halloween. Right at this moment, in the local cemetery, the skeletons from below the ground come back alive. They are able to be free again. However, only until the sun rises. As soon as the sun touches the sky, they will go back to being stuck in their coffin again. At least until next Halloween.
The first skeleton to ascend from below the grave was called Malleus. Next came his friends; Scaphoid, Incus, Patella, and Sternum. Next thing you know, there are hundreds of skeletons rising from below their grave. Each one excited for their taste of freedom, albeit small. Even with all of the excitement, the lingering reminder of how long their freedom lasts is still there.
The first thing Malleus does is reunites with his old pals. Malleus spots Patella first. Patella is a relatively new skeleton, with this being only her second Halloween. They both meet up to find the others. They don’t have to look for a long time when they spot the others with each other. Incus, Scaphoid, and Sternum come up to greet Malleus and Patella.
All of the skeletons exchanged their greetings, then began to talk about their Halloween plans. They had approximately five hours until the sun rises. That’s five hours of freedom. The first thing they’ve decided they were going to do was walk the streets. They wanted to see what’s changed in the year they’ve been stuck in that dark, lonely coffin.
Two hours pass until they decide they have done enough exploring. They weren’t sure what to do next. There’s not many things the dead can do while the undead are resting. Incus suggest they meet up with their other skeleton buddies. Since they have nothing better to do, they decide to go meet up with their long time no see buddies. All of the five skeletons walk back to the graveyard. It only took a few minutes until they found their other friends, Fibula and Tibia. Fibula and Tibia are known as elder skeletons. They are best friends and this is their fiftieth Halloween.
They spend the next hour catching up with Fibula and Tibia. The five skeletons decided to go visit their families. The skeletons decided to split up and meet each other back at the graveyard. Malleus’s family was about four blocks away. He misses his family so much. Every single day, in that lonely coffin, he thinks about them. Even though he no longer has a brain or a heart, he still cares for them deeply.
When he arrives at his house, he goes up to the front door. He remembers that there is a key under the sunflower pot. He reaches for it and opens the door. He makes sure to stay silent, so he doesn’t wake anyone up. His first destination is his old dog’s bed. He misses his little buddy. Once he sees his buddy sleeping peacefully, he heads upstairs.
His next destination is his daughter’s room. She would be seven now. He misses his daughter so much. He was so devastated when he realized his daughter would grow up without her father. The last room he decided to visit was his wife’s. He misses his wife the most. They were married for fifteen years before he died in a car accident. Once he takes his last look at his wife, he leaves his home once again.
Malleus makes his way back to the cemetery. He meets up with his skeleton buddies. They have one hour left before the sun rises. Every skeleton spends the last hour dancing to music and laughing with their friends. Once Malleus meets up with Patella, Incus, Scaphoid, and Sternum, they all head to the middle of the cemetery. As soon as they arrive, they already hear the music. They also hear the laughter emitting from the other skeletons. They all look at each, and ran to join the fun. All five of the skeletons danced along with everybody else in the cemetery. They all laughed, and enjoyed their time together. They danced until time ran out. As soon as the sun touched the sky, the cemetery became silent. All of the skeletons returned back to their designated coffin. They will stay trapped once again until the next Halloween.

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The Treehouse

by Christina Keene/Staff Writer

It is June 22, 1998 in Fairhope, Alabama. Louis Tommo, a 14 year old with shaggy brown hair and big turquoise eyes, lives in a small house in front of a forest. He and his four friends, Darcy Styles, Georgia Rose Lee, Harry Warren, and Neil Smith, all hang out in a small treehouse in the forest behind his house. Louis has just got home from school and is currently walking towards the treehouse to meet up with the other four. He arrives shortly and greets everyone by doing their secret handshake. Darcy starts talking about how she thinks she failed her science test and is asking Neil if he can help her study. “Yeah, sure, next time you need help just ask,” says Neil. “Okay, thanks!” replies Darcy. They continue to talk about their days at school until it is dinner time, and they all go home. 

The next day, they all meet up at school and walk to their classes together. After school, Louis, Georgia Rose, Harry, and Neil, all have to finish assignments before they leave. Darcy decides to just walk to the treehouse alone and wait on them. Darcy starts to get bored after waiting almost an hour for the rest of her friends to get back. She starts working on her homework, until she hears loud yells. It’s Neil she thought, but why was he yelling? He barges into the treehouse panting and out of breath. “Darcy, th-there was a… there was something that attacked us,” says Neil, still panting. Darcy stares wide eyed at Neil, waiting for more information. 

Once Darcy gets Neil to calm down a bit, she asks about what happened. “We were all walking down the trail in the forest to get up to the treehouse, when we kept hearing this growling noise and something moving. We didn’t think much of it, but we walked a bit faster until we got a few more feet away. It attacked us and took Louis, Georgia Rose, and Harry. I didn’t even get the chance to see it before I took off running,” Neil explains. 

Darcy is speechless. She doesn’t know what to think. Darcy asks, “Is this a prank?”

Neil replies, “No! I am serious Darcy, please believe me.” “Alright, well then we have to go get them and find out what happened,” Darcy states. 

Darcy and Neil pack up a backpack of food, water, slingshots, rocks, and anything that they can protect themselves with. Neil takes Darcy to the exact spot they were taken and they begin looking around. They stare at anything and everything anywhere near that area and find nothing. After a while, they begin to get tired, when Neil sees something. He sees a gigantic claw mark on a tree nearby. He yells for Darcy and she runs over to look at the marking. “This is definitely from whatever took them,” says Neil.  They begin looking for more traces of the creature, when they hear a branch snap. They both turn their heads to see what it was, but they saw nothing. They both start to get scared. They want to think it is the wind, but they both know it wasn’t.

They begin to glance around looking for any signs that they are not alone. Suddenly, they hear screaming. Darcy latches onto Neil’s arm, she’s shaking with fear. They begin slowly walking towards where they heard the screaming. They look all around them until they hear another branch break. They snap their heads looking behind them.  They see Harry, Georgia Rose, and Louis all huddled up next to a tree with claw marks on the bark. Niall and Darcy gasp and run over to their friends. They start crying and shake with fear. They quickly get up and bolt towards the treehouse. Once inside they all just sit in silence. They wait a while before Louis speaks up, “What just happened.” They all just stare at him until they hear the growling again very close to them…