“Santa, we got troll trouble!”
Mrs. Claus stood with her hands on her hips, fifteen elves,
four reindeer, three sprites, two reindeer trainers, and eight fairies stood
behind her. They all began speaking at
once.
“The cookies are gone”
“The reindeer barn is a mess of hay mixed with the straw and
milk dumped everywhere”
“There’s no skyr for the morning oatmeal”
“It will take days to clean up the mess in the kitchen”
Santa held up both hands in defense, “ho – ho – ho.” He shook his head laughing, “one at a time
please.”
“You there, what seems to be the problem?” he said to a
little sprite.
“Santa, you have to do something! These Yule Lads come up here and run around
causing trouble and we always have to spend days cleaning up the mess!”
“Hmm,” said Santa, “Well, now OK. I see that would be quite upsetting, yes.”
“Mrs. Claus, what do you think?”
“Santa, they are so active and they act without thinking and
turn everything upside down. And I don’t
know if we have enough time this year to replace all the cookies they just
ruined. I just don’t know if we can
welcome them here in the future.” She
shook her head, sad because she like them but they really did cause such a
mess.
“I like those guys, all thirteen.” Santa said, pacing as he continued, “They
were raised to be very bad, well their mother was an ogre-troll after all. But, now they do TRY not to be bad. It’s really not their fault they really don’t
know how to be good.”
He stopped suddenly, “But a year with no cookies? I don’t know, I don’t know. They should learn a lesson. We should send a puffin message that they
cannot come for a visit for at least six months.”
An elf jumped up and ran to Santa. Standing on his tip-toes as Santa leaned
down, the elf whispered urgently into his ear.
Santa smiled, “Yes, yes, that is an excellent idea. Everyone!
No toys or gifts for the Icelandic Yule Lads this year.”
The elves, reindeer, sprites, fairies and Mrs. Claus all
gasped.
“Surely, you don’t mean it!”
Mrs. Claus sputtered, “You have never made such a decision so far before
Christmas. Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sorry. I
have no choice but to move the Yule Lads to the Naughty List.” He smiled again and Mrs C. looked closely.
Something was up. Santa hated for anyone to be on the Naughty List. What was he thinking?
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