CHRISTMAS RUSH FOR SANTA
The old chair rocked back and forth.
With his long white beard, red coloured tunic and trousers, the old one frowned. There was so much to do in so short a time.
And as usual the elves had decided to play games. The toy factory stood idle, yet the magic sparkled everywhere.
I love my elves, but how can I get them back to work? Father Christmas thought.
“Yes! That’s it!” he shouted.
“No work, means, no Rudolph rides, and I wouldn’t want to clean out his stable. You know how smelly it gets when he has to stay inside.”