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The Spell on Santa
Laura Little Grade 5
“Christmas, bah! This year I’ll destroy Christmas.” Each year
Harriet Hag tried to get rid of Christmas. She hated to hear joyful squeals from children opening presents on Christmas day. She wanted to hear little kiddies cry because their stockings were empty.
She paced up and down, with her knotted black hair swishing
along behind her. “I know what I’ll do this year.” The hag’s evil mind went to work. “I’ll give him a Kiss of Hate.” She chanted a spell and disappeared, her grey eyes flashing with glee.
She reappeared in front of Santa’s workshop. The hag plugged her warty ears so as not to hear the cheerful singing of Santa making toy airplanes and dolls. She took a deep breath and went into the workshop.
“Well, look who we have here! Harriet, are you trying to conquer Christmas again?” questioned Santa. His elves were hiding behind him with only their frightened eyes peeking out.
“Oh, come now, Santie-Pooh, how could you think of such a thing? I gave up that business months ago. Christmas is now my favourite holiday.”
“Oh, I am so glad to hear that, Harriet! It’s all right, my elves, you can come out of hiding. Come on, Winkles. Get back to work, Sparkles. Let’s go, Speckles.”
Still the timid little elves did not budge. “Are you sure we can come out, Sir Claus? Are you sure she won’t blast us with a thunderbolt? Are you sure....?”
“Oh yes, be quiet, Tinker! If Harriet says it is safe, it should be quite safe to come out.”
The elves scurried over to the work bench, but kept taking a glance at the mischievous hag. Sparkles whispered to Giggles, “I’ve never trusted that old devilish witch. She’s always making trouble somehow. I’ll never trust her, even if she says she’s kind now.”
“I’m with you, Sparkles. I think there’s something smelly going on, but if we told “Mr. So-called Santie-Pooh”, he wouldn’t believe us.”
“Let’s get together with the other elves and discuss a plan to prove Harriet is faking everything!” exclaimed Sparkles.
Well, as Sparkles and Giggles were talking, Harriet had already put her plan into action. In the room next to the workshop, Harriet had taken them both there so she wouldn’t have her plans interrupted. Santa and Harriet were talking about the fun of Christmas. Finally, the hag realized
now was the time to give Mr. Claus the Kiss of Hate.
“I have a nice little surprise for you, Santie.” The hag puckered her lips and kissed Santa on his rosy-red cheeks.
“That was very nice of you, Harriet, but-but I-I feel dizzy. Wha-wha-what are you doing in my house?” stormed the angry overgrown elf. “Get out, I say!”
“But Sir Claus, what is wrong with you? We are your elves, and we are making toys for Christmas.”
“Christmas? I hate Christmas- little kiddies laughing and kissing their parents because they get gifts! Blech!”
“It’s Harriet Hag’s magic that has turned Santa mean,” whispered Winkles to Speckles.
“I heard that, you brat, and you’re right!” croaked Harriet. “There will be no Christmas toys from Mr. S. Claus this year.”
“Well-well-well, us elves can drive the sleigh and guide all the reindeer, can’t we?” retorted Giggles.
“Oh, you should know by now, my rotten pip-squeak, that Santa’s reindeer won’t fly unless Santa is guiding them,” cackled the ugly hag.
“What now?” squealed Giggles, who wasn’t giggling but sobbing at the moment.
“There will be no Christmas this year, or, for that matter, any year!” Harriet laughed an evil laugh and disappeared in a puff of black smoke. Just as soon as Harriet left, Santa took each elf and threw them out one by one onto the snow.
“I hate visitors!” he yelled angrily. His usual merry blue eyes were now grey as a storm cloud, and his cheeks had not the colour red, but grey in them also.
Just then the cold crying elves all stood up in amazement. There in the distance was a bright yellow light.
“Could it be, could it be?” they all wondered. And it was. As the light got closer, a figure could be seen riding a snowmobile.
“So that’s where the light came from! It’s Mrs. Claus’ snowmobile,” said Tinker jumping up and down merrily.
“Goodness gracious me! What are you little elves doing out here in the snow without your snelfsuits on!”
“Oh, Mrs. Claus, it’s Santa. He doesn’t want to deliver the toys for Christmas. Harriet Hag has put a spell on him, so he hates Christmas,” yelped Swinkles.
“This is the same thing that happened to me when I was a lot younger. The cure is for someone else who is mean to kiss Santa,” explained Mrs. Claus.
All the elves looked hopefully at Grumpy elf. “Don’t ask me ‘cause I won’t do it!” grumbled Grumpy.
“Are you sure you want to make all the children cry on Christmas Day because you didn’t break Harriet’s spell on Santa?” exaggerated Speckles.
“Next week is too late. Tonight is Christmas Eve. Please, Grumpy. You’re the only one who can break the spell,” cried Speckles.
“Well, I guess so. I’ll do it for the little children,” Grumpy finally decided.
Mrs. Claus put her snowmobile away behind the workshop and the other elves sneaked into the workshop and...
“Now listen, Grumpy, there is Santa sitting in his favourite brown chair. All you have to do is kiss him,” explained Giggles.
“I know, I know!” said Grumpy quietly. “Well, here goes.”
He sneaked up to the brown chair, crawled to the side of it and kissed Santa. Then he ran away outside in case Santa got mad at him. But, when the other elves saw Santa’s face, he had a smile on that went from one of Santa’s ears to the other.
“What are all you elves looking at? Tonight we ride around the world giving toys to the children,” exclaimed Santa.
That night, after Santa came back from his long journey, all the elves started talking about Grumpy who hated almost everything but kissed Santa who came over and said to Grumpy, “You shouldn’t be embarrassed because you saved Christmas and me.”
“I only do things like kissing if it’s absolutely necessary,” replied Grumpy.
“Well, you know what?” asked Santa.
“What?”
“Grumpy, you proved that good things always conquer evil!”
The End
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