Yes, it’s that happy time of year when sugar plums are dancing, frost is nipping and we get to enter Susanna Leonard Hill’s Annual Holiday contest! WOO!
This year’s rules are as follows – (taken from Ms. Hill’s blog)
“Rockin’ around the Christmas tree at the Christmas party hop? Who has time for that?” Mrs. Claus chirped.
She wiped her brow. It was Christmas Eve and she had a lot to do.
Gingerbread was baking, hooves needed trimming, Santa wanted his beard curled, the sleigh’s guidance system wasn’t working. This was just the beginning of her ‘to do’ list.
Mrs. Claus looked at her list and, with a twinkle in her eye, started to work.
She packed toys, checked the reindeer’s jingle bells and fixed a button on Santa’s coat. As she was breaking up an argument between two elves, Rudolph clopped in.
“Will you polish my nose?”
“Of course dear,” she smiled.
“I don’t get it Mrs. Claus. Why are there no Christmas songs about you?” Wilhelm Elf said thoughtfully.
“Christmas isn’t about songs. It’s about serving others. I’m happy to do my little part,” Mrs. Claus remarked.
“You organize the naughty and nice lists, wax the sleigh’s runners, hang the lights, paint the toys – YOU MAKE SURE THE BATTERIES ARE INCLUDED!” Wilhelm exclaimed.
There was a loud “Ho ho HELP!” and an even louder crash.
Mrs. Claus dashed over to find Santa laying on the ground with ornaments strewn around him.
“Ho ho ooh,” Santa grumbled. “My back.”
“What happened, Papa?” Mrs. Claus reached to help Santa.
“I was carrying these in for you when I slipped,” Santa moaned.
“You have to make your run!” Mrs. Claus gasped.
“I don’t think I will be going anywhere tonight,” Santa signed. “You should make the run.”
“I can’t do that!” Mrs. Claus quipped.
“If anyone has the spirit of Christmas, it is you,” Santa said as he gently took her hand. “You can do it.”
With a kiss she grabbed Santa’s coat and darted out the door. Santa and Wilhelm scurried to the window in time to see the sleigh take flight. Mrs. Claus was holding the reigns.
“Merry Christmas Mama,” Santa said with a wink.
“I think we fooled her,” Wilhelm giggled.
“Where’s my pen?” Santa boomed. “We need to write a song called ‘Here Comes Mrs. Claus’.”