It being close to Christmas I had a new story idea. What happens when Santa’s elves want to make new toys?
So far the newest story involves snowflake disco-ball lights, wide-collared shirts, nervous elves, and glitter.
This has proven interesting so far and the following is what I have come up with so far.
As always feel free to share with me what you think and Happy Reading!
Flames danced in the fireplace lending their warmth to the patrons of the Cocoa and Cider Shoppe.
Groups of two and three sat at little round tables; frozen, mirrored snowflakes were suspended above the tables providing multicolored light. Cups of steaming cocoa and cider littered the tables.
In a corner table sat three elves – Gloriana, Barstol, and Alfred; the head elf.
“We have to try,” Gloriana insisted as the snowflake chains in her hair tinkled like little bells.
“I know Gloriana, but you can’t change a thousand years of tin soldiers and orange cloves overnight,” Alfred agreed as he tugged on his wide, paisley print collar.
“The tailor elves aren’t going to like it if you rip another collar,” Barstol reminded Alfred.
“I can’t help a nervous twitch! All elves have them,” Alfred exclaimed as he tugged on his collar once more.
“Not all elves lose their collars three times a day,” Barstol shot back.
“Boys, can we please talk about the toys,” Gloriana sighed.
“How do we change Santa’s mind,” Barstol quietly asked.
“There has to be a way,” Gloriana insisted as she looked around the room.
“SHHH,” Alfred and Barstol whispered in unison as they nervously glanced around the shoppe.
“You don’t want the Elven Guard to overhear us, do you,” Alfred squeakily asked as he tugged once more on his paisley print collar.
“I hear they changed their paint formula,” Barstol informed.
Gloriana groaned as she tilted her head causing the snowflake chains in her hair to twinkle. “What did they do now? The last time their paint balls tagged me, I couldn’t get those silver snowflakes off of my favorite gold dress,” she complained as she drank the last of her cider.
“The slurping sounds of an empty cup,” a waiter with dirty blond hair sighed as he approached their table with another mug in hand. “Another cider with extra nutmeg for you, Gloriana,” he stated as he sat the mug down without rattling the china cup against the saucer.
“Thanks Jack,” Gloriana returned with a smile.
With a jaunty wink, Jack sauntered away leaving the elves to their conversation.
“Have you tried the Tailor Elves,” Alfred wondered.
“I know an apprentice Tailor and she about popped her eyes out when she saw it,” Gloriana confirmed.
“What did you tell her,” Alfred asked with a nervous tug.
“I told her it was a new design that I painted by accident,” Gloriana replied smugly.
“Clever,” Alfred commended.
“Not really. She set me up with the Master Tailor. They want to copy the design for the mid-Christmas Clothing Line.”
“Better that than behind Tinsel Bars,” Barstol chuckled; to which Alfred nodded sagely.
“That would not be good for the toys,” Gloriana pointed out.
“What toys,” Barstol pointed out. “We’re still producing the traditional Christmas treats from a century ago,” he groused.
“How do we get The Man to see that times are changing,” Gloriana asked while her shaking her head.
“Which brings us back to our original discussion,” Alfred glumly stated.
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