The first sign of danger was silence, the Christmas star wasn’t twinkling, it was gone.
In the North Pole, there was silence and ever since Santa Claus moved to the North Pole this was unnatural, as Christmas magic made the stars tinkle and twinkle as soft thimbles to the hum of workshops, whirring gears chiming bells and his elves and libbing Christmas carols. The sound of stitching teddy bears, welding electronics played as a symphony. The brush of elves polishing Santa’s super sonic sled with its magic detector alerted a certain elf, Elli, of a problem, the Christmas star was gone!
She had grease on her cheeks, meshed silver gloves, and welding goggles that looked to the heavens. The super sonic sled was ready to go, but without the magic of the Christmas star the sleigh wobbled in flight, and even the ornaments on Christmas trees began to stop sparkling and twinkling–some exploding!
“The Christmas star needs to be found, ” she whispered to herself, “the hole in the night sky was becoming larger, like a black hole in space.”
Santa’s voice came from his domicile where he slumbered, booming, “Christmas is ruined.” Then before he could say another word Elli said, with lit blue blow torch, casting an ominous light and shadow, “I got it Santa, already ahead of you.” Elli leapt into the super sonic sled and filled the tank with a super sonic tonic, and the sled garbled and burbled, and took off. As she left fear rippled through the other elves.
Elli hurtling through the heavens noticed a faint tug of the compass and she began to follow that gravitational anomaly. Santa gazed with his all seeing eye and saw the danger Elli was in, and he pressed his mittens together to magically give her all the hope he could muster.
The super sonic sled entered space, ice formed on its sides and a starlit wolf howled magically in the intense cold, and its jaws clamped in the sled’s rails, and shook it. The culprit was found, Christmas’s ancient enemy, the Ice Wolf of Non=Belief. Elli was afraid, but brave, and began to twirl, and the frost from the edge of space intensified making it hard for her to move. Elli saw the Christmas star half tucked in the clawed knuckles of the Wolf, as a magic mesh of metal with its mechanical claws squeezed the star. Her blue blowtorch blazed and she severed the wolf’s star smeared fangs, and loosened the jaws grip on the sled, and as it freed itself; her torch tore into the knuckles and claws of the Wolf and the star shot out in an explosion of sparks!
Elli fell from the sleigh, and floated in space.
The sleigh returned to the North Pole as it was programmed to do, and the Christmas star shot back into its vacated hole stopping the rotation of the blackhole, and song returned. The Wolf evaporated into an ancient ice veil that briefly wrapped itself around Elli’s body, and her skin turned snow blue and her breath faint. In her eyes she saw the faint glow of the Christmas star as the twinkle and tinkle of the star filled the world with a brief injection of cheer, and the star shone brighter than ever and Elli freed herself.
When she awoke, she was in the arms of Santa, on the supersonic sleigh, “You went where no elf had gone for centuries.” High above the Christmas star shone brighter than it had for centuries and when Elli looked up at night it winked to her. And all in the world were happier and most didn’t know why, except for it was Christmas morning.
