Phil Flemspackle, son of Dolores Flemspackle, Vice-President of Flremspackle Industries, and Great-Grandson of Ha'penny Elf, was trying to convince Santa to give them the Appendapulator, the great toymaking machine of the North Pole, so that Flemspackle Industries would be the first truly non-polluting company ever.
The problem was, there was someone in the room who didn't really care about all this.
Actually, almost no one in the room cared about this.
"So, as you can see from figure three in the Prospectus," droned Phil, "our net gross income would double relative to the amortization of the total debt load!"
"Which figure was this?" asked Holly Elf.
"I think it's the one that looks like a pie," said Eugene Elf.
"I like pie! Can we all have some?" asked Gizmo.
"Will you please pay attention?" demanded Dolores Flemspackle. Then she turned to the Yeti standing next to her. "And will you please stop sniffing me!"
"You smell good!" said the giant creature, snuffling her again. "I like you cuz you smell good and your fur is smooth and shiny!"
"That's not my fur! That's my coat. And it's expensive, so get your grubby Yeti paws off it!"
"Ho, ho ho!" said Santa. "I think you may have a special friend, Mrs. Flemspackle."
"I don't need any more friends! And certainly not one who looks like he should be vaccuumed regularly!" Dolores stepped away from the Abominable Snowman, who simply stood closer to her and sniffed her again, this time so hard that her hat popped off her head and landed on his nose!
"Aaaah! My turban! Give it back!" shrieked Dolores.
"Nice to see it happen to someone else for a change," said Bernard Elf, as the rest of the Elves laughed merrily.
"All in all, Mrs. Flemspackle, there are worse things to have happen than having a Yeti take a liking to you," said Santa.
"I can't imagine what they would be," huffed Dolores.
"Well, having a Yeti take a disliking to you would be one." Santa got out of his chair, and walked over to Phil. "I think we've heard enough son. I know you mean well, but Elf technology doesn't work in non-magical places, and you can't move your company to the North Pole. I'm afraid you'll have to find your 'green' technology somewhere else."
Just then, Ali Elf came running into the room. "Santa! You're needed down at the stables!" she cried. "There's a problem with a reindeer!"
What's happening at the stables? Will the Flemspackles give up that easily? Keep reading The North Pole TImes to find out!
“Wait! The star!” yelled Waldo when he saw his perfect red tree was missing the star on the top.
The only thing in Waldo’s way to the perfect Christmas party was a bunch of bullies now hiding on the green pine tree.
As long as I can remember, we’ve never had a red Christmas tree here on the North Pole...
Everything was ready for the Christmas party, but there was a problem...
Rudolph was flying through the blizzard, looking for the safest way for his friends. Despite the strong wind...
Dear readers, the story that follows is hard to believe but true.
When Mikee and Waldo opened their eyes, they couldn’t believe it! The tree was still red, red like strawberry and mustard pudding. However...
At the start, luck was on Waldo’s side. Well, not so fast... things couldn't go smoothly for Waldo.
Everyone cheered and saluted Waldo... well, everyone but Bugzy and his buddies.
Finally, it was time for Santa to announce who would have the honor to organize the Great North Pole Christmas Party!
While they were passing near Yeti’s cave, one thing caught Waldo’s eye...
Like the cherry on top of the cake, baby Yeti roared so loudly that it could be heard far, far away.
When Waldo came to the crevasse, Mikee opened her eyes. The two of them saw something they couldn’t even dream of.
However, due to the slippery ground and the size of the snowball, Waldo’s plan didn’t go smoothly.
Poor Waldo was moving his frozen fingers left and right, trying to make a rope. He had never been skillful with crafts, but it was his only hope!
Waldo was standing at the top, looking at the red ribbon, the color of strawberry and mustard pudding, in Mikee’s hair. He had to think of something, and he had to do it fast!
It was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard, the voice he had heard before, the voice of the one who had stolen his heart!
Still hanging on a piece of ice, Mikee didn’t know what to do. She was afraid of Yeti, but...
For the first time since she set off into the wilderness searching for Waldo, Mikee felt lost and scared.
Determined to find Waldo, Mikee was moving her tiny, frozen feet through the deep snow. Nothing could stop her from moving ahead! Well, almost nothing.
Waldo was ready to go back to Santa’s village and make the baby feel the spirit of Christmas for the first time, but now he had to help Yeti find the baby first.
Yeti looked at the empty crib and burst into tears. Baby Yeti was missing! “Don’t worry,” said Waldo. “We’ll find your baby!”
Our dear Waldo was shaking from fear. As if bullying, wandering in the wilderness, and flying into Yeti’s ear hadn’t been enough; now he had to face a new threat.
Meanwhile, Waldo, who had been wandering for days for bullying at the Thanksgiving dinner, slipped on the icy path and flew towards something big, white, and furry. Poor Waldo flew directly into...
As you are about to see, dear readers, nothing is impossible for one and only reindeer with a red nose!
Mikee was looking desperately at the tinny footsteps in the snow. As you remember, those were the footsteps of poor Waldo, who couldn’t stand the bullying anymore.
Poor Waldo didn’t trip and fall, as many would expect. It was something else, something that crossed the line and made Waldo run into the wilderness.
As you already know, our dear Waldo has gone missing. To understand better what made him leave, you need to know what happened at the Thanksgiving feast.
I’m sad to inform you that our dear Waldo has gone missing. You need to know the whole truth – Waldo didn’t disappear, but...
During the Christmas season, keeping kids focused can be a difficult undertaking. Harnessing all that excitement and energy can also be difficult for teachers.
There’s been quite a stir recently here at the North Pole. Our little friend ChrisMouse, who loves running behind the walls at Santa’s Village, has become a little bolder.