’Twas the night before Christmas when Santa’s new elf,
in the vast, silent workshop, sat all by herself.
She’d been fetching and carrying, sent to and fro
making tea, running errands – the least of the low.
And she’d mucked out the stables, not noticing that
daft old Rudolph was munching her new elven hat.
So it was, that when Santa Claus marshalled the rest,
Emmie failed to pass muster – improperly dressed.
If you’d like to hear the rest of Emmie’s story, read on.
My birthday is 1st December, so in our family that was officially the start of the festive season. We bought the Christmas tree around then and the poor thing had to survive the jostling and the central heating until New Year’s Eve.
Since it’s about to be December, here is a pre-Christmas gift to my readers – and anyone else who would like to download a copy free from Smashwords.
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There is also a neat little print version available for £3.97 from Amazon at
As R.L. Stevenson wrote, “To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive,” (Virginibus Puerisque, 1881). For me, Christmas is a similar destination: anticipation is half the fun.
Enjoy your December, whatever midwinter festival you end it with.