With another big smile, she shouted real loud.
"OH MY GOD! IT'S SANTA CLAUS!" She charge at him like a speedy bullet! He gave a friendly gesture, only to unrealized to be knock down! I gasp and pulled her away!
"Lola! it's shameful to push down the elderly like that! Where's your matters?!"
"I'm sorry, Santa! Hey! You're not wearing any pants!" She tried to hide her giggles, as I look up to see that indeed he only wore the big coat and had holy theme underpants. I gasp and cover Lola's mouth.
"Shut up, Lola! That is very immature!" I highly blush. Still, is he too fat enough to wear pants. Better not ask.
Feeling guilty, I helped him up.
"Please forgive my little sister, She doesn't know better!"
"Oh, let the kid had her fun. Ho, Ho, Ho!" Not even a bit of embarrassment. The gloomy elf, holding his injured gingerbread man in his hands, took a frustrating look at us.
"Well, you old fool! These brats has arrived here, so my community service is done! Now, if you can excuse me, I shall retreat home to tended my poor gingerbread man from the poison spray of that freak!"
"I don't know whoes more gloomy. You or the lead singer of The Cure!" He growled and stomp his way out.
"Oh, don't mind Mr. Myz. He just a lonely young lad who's having a hard time finding himself in our snowy town." Hope to not bump to him anytime soon. "In the meantime, follow me inside and up to my office. I'll explain everything up there. And, go ahead and leave your belongings here. It'll be deliver to you sisters once were all done!" Like he said, we left all our baggage behind and followed him to the factory.
"As you can see, all of our hard working elves are hard at work. We have just begone our new season of preparing to craft presents to all the good boys and girls in the world." My eyes circle all around. The little elves crafting toys and goods on work tables, conveyorbelts, ovens and so much more! Colorful setting, happy faces, it's like I'm a little kid again.
"Sis, Sis! Look at all those toys!"
"Yes, Lola but, don't touch anything! Lets just followed orders for now!"
"Whatever!" We followed him up the stairs and into his small office. Small toys sat on shelves, Rolled up documents inside a basket and and big office table in the back, with two chairs facing it. We sat down, as the big man sat in his office chair.
"Now, first thing first. It is true, I am the real Santa Claus and Christmas Town is indeed real, as you human would say, that one magic town in the North Pole, like in children folklore."
"I KNEW IT!!! Sis, you own me an apology!"
"Yes, I was worng! Fine, whatever! So, um, Mr. Claus. The amusement park thing was a lie?"
"You must understand. No normally human souls arn't suppose to know of this place. We do this to avoid any bad human's curiously and to continue to bring joy to children around the world."
"I'm guessing the train ride was all done by Christmas magic." That sounded really cheesy. "But, I heard you were somewhat caution about us winning the trip here." He frown and nod.
"Yes, the last time a human child vist our town was a little Victorian girl and her brother back in 1800's England. What a wonderful time it was. The wheel only stopped for a child who is special enough to come to our land. We were, let just say, a little more than normally surprised."
"Well, that gloomy elf acted like it never happened before and Lola, the chosen one?! I think you might want to check your nice list again!"
"Sis, you're just jealous cause I'm special."
"Braging about it get you nowhere!"
"Believe it or not, little miss Boyd is on the nice list. And the magic wheel never tells a fable."
"I guess, okay?" I'm just a lost of words.
"So, I'm keeping with my promise. Though it has been over one hundred years, an old tradition shall never die. I'm going to go over some rules you girls must followed while you are here and the fun activities to engage in."
"Even me?"
"Sis, be young in heart!"
"It's a good thing your sister chosen you instead of another young child. The elf nanny, who usually watch over visiting children, has gone ill. So, having her own older sister look after her is just a perfect choice."
"Sis, you must be lucky to come!" I'm a parent wherever I go.
"Now, lets begin. Layla Boyd. You will be given a key to your temporary cottage while you are here. You'll be in charge of caring for your cottage, your sister and responsibility for the town elves." Like I never left home. "For Lola Boyd, There will be at least one festive activity you can do leading up to Christmas eve. It'll be up to you to choose to join in or explore our town. But I must ask to be on your best behavior."
"Don't worry, Santa! I'll be good."
"Remember, I'll be watching you!"
"Relax yourself, Miss Boyd. You can choose as well. You're still a growing lady. Only a highschooler. Please, enjoy yourself too!" Still too childish to me.
"And of choice, the big finale! On Christmas eve, we shall have a big feast! Than after, little Miss Boyd will ride with me on my sleigh and help me deliver present to all the good little children!" Lola got so excited that, she jumped out of her chair and danced around.
"Ho, Ho! The little one is very happy! Like the children from England. And Miss Boyd. You can come too if you want. Or, I can arranged another train ride home when it's time."
"It might be too embarrassing for a mid teen-ager to ride with Santa Claus. I'll just pick the latter."
"If you want. With that all said, it's time for you to go to your new home and get some rest. I'll mail a letter of the full list of activities in the morning. But, before you go, please change into these." He place down a set of bright red clothings on the desk.
"Even when the England children were here, they were cleverly disguise as elf children so the locals won't ask questions about humans. Only a few trustworthy elves shall know." Even the gloomy?! "So, please. While you are out, wear these town elf clothing and fake elf ears while out in public. I'll have more clothings sent to your home."
"So much for packing all those coats and boots."
"Sis, don't be a downer! We get to be elves!"
"Sure, Um, Mr. Claus. Do you have any darker color and without elf hats."
"Most of us wear bright. But, if its makes you more comfortable. I'll see what I have. And one last thing. While you are here, you will be cut off from the real world. I'll make contact to your friends and family myself, to let them know you girls are in good hands. And when you girls do return, please don't speak of existence of this place. Or your memory of your vist will fade away. Now, I'll go find a more proper clothing for you, Miss Boyd and let you change in private. Enjoy your stay in Christmas Town!" We watch him go. Such an ominous way the end things.
Sometime later, me and Lola walked down the snowy rode, looking for our cottage, wearing our new elf outfit. Lola wore a light red long sleeves shirt with white buttons, pink pants, white mittens, pink elf shoes and a bright red elf hat. For me, dark brown Long sleeves shirt, white buttons, black pants and black elf shoes.
"Gee, Sis! You stick out like a black thumb."
"Quiet! I'm trying to read this map!" But, we soon arrived at out cottage. A humble place. Bright brick finish, Peppermint trim and the door and windows. White puffy smoke came from the chimney.
"Sis, I'm beat! Let skip dinner and sleep! Oh, I'm so excited that, I hope I could even sleep!" I opened the door for her, as she rush inside. A cheerful kitchen, a cozy fireplace in the small living room, a broom closet, with cleaning supplies theme festive, two bedrooms upstairs, with our own small bathrooms. I guess I can mange with this. Our stuffs were found in our respected bedrooms.
Sitting by the window, strumming a few strings of my guitar, many things rush through my brain. Santa Claus is real, my sister is a chosen child to vist this land. We get to play elf up to Christmas. Maybe I shouldn't be too gloomy. I'll not make myself like that elf young man. My parents, Kelly and even big jolly himself wants me to enjoy myself, maybe I should. I lost my child inside long ago, this could be my chance to get it back. Christmas is a joyful jolly time, What's so gloomy about Christmas?! Tomorrow, I got to try, I hope.
