I had this new idea, and I just had to use it. I know it's like... really early to be starting a Christmas fic but oh well. This is like my..sixth(?) ADJL fic. Yay me! I don't own Jake. I don't even know if he'll be in this chapter. Santa is not mine. Santa's reindeer (Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, and Rudolph. Other Reindeer will be mine!) And elves are mine too!
Chapter One
Winky the elf was bustling around the workshop, carrying plain wooden blocks to elves, then colorful blocks to the beltway, which other elves wrapped them and then put them in Santa's Big Red Bag. Everyone knew that Santa's bag was magical and could hold everything and give out anything. Only the high, elderly elves got to mess with Santa's bag. A block carrier was the worst job any elf could want. Winky had gotten this poor job from not being able to contain her magic. Every elf was gifted the Christmas Spirit, which was a special type of magic. Elves used the magic to help them make toys, or make shoes. Mr. Keebler also had wanted to use elves to help him make thousands of cookies, but Santa was outraged and turned Mr. Keebler himself into a elf. Winky had been assigned to make cookies, but got fired after the building caught fire. Then she was sent to shoes but she never could get a buckle on the shoe. So, Santa's Workshop was the only thing left.
Everyone was joyful and happy, since Christmas was near. Today was December the First. The reindeer were prancing, and it just wasn't all of Prancer, happily. When December got around, the reindeer were taken out of the stables and taken on rounds around the North Pole. Winky, was skipping that day. She usually did it everyday but now, it was just twenty four more days till the party. Where the elves rested their nimble fingers and celebrated. Then, the next day, it was back to work. Of course, the elves always needed rest. There was shifts. Elves only needed to sleep for three hours. So, basically, every three hours, the high ranking elves would switch positions. It would be either, Block Painting, Jack in the Box making, Putting on Train Wheels, or rest. Winky, was never allowed to get these great opportunities. Her and this boy shared the position. They shared their three hour rest time either lounging, eating, sleeping, or doing stuff other than their job. The high ranking elves, had comfortable chairs, where as Winky stood the whole time, and also food and hot chocolate was always in their reach. They did not get time off for eating. They ate while they worked.
A loud bell that chimed the melody of Santa Clause Is Coming to Town, told the people that their three hour's time was done. Winky set the last load of blocks on the beltway and handed her gloves to the elf that was coming. The only reason the boy had gotten the job was either he was disrespectful or Winky had needed a break every other three hours so they hired him to do the other three hours. Since Winky didn't want to rest and didn't feel like eating or lounging, she decided to see one of her best friends.
She walked outside of Santa's Workshop. To any human, the cold outside would have been unbearable, but to an elf, it was nothing. Winky, or any other elf, did not own a jacket. They only wore what they owned. Winky had a blue dress with white lace at the collar. She wore a pointed hat, which matched the color of her dress. Blue curled shoes matched her outfit. She had hair, that was suppose to reach her shoulders, but it flipped up at the ends. Her pointed ears were hidden in her blonde hair. She had large sapphire eyes, which matched her dress perfectly, a small nose and ruby red lips. All the girl elves, were dainty. It was in DNA. So everything about Winky was delicate and nimble. She opened the stable doors and walked in to the warm stable. She passed the stables of Santa's Reindeer, smiling at them, and stopped at her favorite reindeer's stable. The reindeer was Comet's and Angel's (another reindeer) son. His name was Vomer. All the other reindeer, expect for his parents and his aunts and uncles, called him Vomit. They said, Vomer should had been named that, because it rhymes with Comet. There also was another thing. Vomer, unlike all the other reindeer, hated to fly. It was suppose to be in a reindeer's nature to love to fly. But, poor Vomer got Altitude Sickness when he flew. So he would blow his chunks, and that was why they called him Vomit. Even talking about flying made Vomer sick.
She opened the stall and hugged the large creature warmly. "Good morning, Vomer. Shall we take a walk?" Winky asked him, taking a hold of his reins. He nodded enthusiastically. Winky walked him out of the stable and began to walk around in the North Ice Forest. The North Ice Forest was beautiful. From the trees, icicles hung from and each of the icicles tasted like some sort of sweet candy or cookie. Presents could be found underneath the large evergreen trees. But, they only showed up if the person needed it. You could not take it for greed or lust. The presents would stay glued to the ground til the person needed food or a map. But, since the elves of Santa's Workshop knew the land, the presents were rarely removed. Only the Keebler Elves or the Shoemaker Elves used them. Winky chatted excitedly to Vomer about sometime till it was about time to go work again. Now, any human who saw them, thought it would have been strange to see a small elf girl talking to a deer. But, only elves and other magical creatures could hear the reindeer talk through minds.
As Winky and Vomer headed to the stables, they received quite a shock. The stable doors were ajar. The stable doors remained locked, unless an elf opened it. But something more disturbing was found. Burn marks were on the door. Winky and Vomer rushed into the stable. All the reindeer were gone. Winky gasped. Only a few at a time were allowed to fly around. Then, by the look of the hay on the floor, it seemed the reindeer were taken outside forcefully. Winky rushed back to Santa's Workshop, with Vomer in tow. All the elves were laid across the floor, moaning. To any human, it would have looked as if they were hit. But, to an elf, Winky could tell that their Christmas Spirit magic was robbed away from them. And to make matters worse, all the toys were gone! No paint, no chips of wood, no yarn, nothing. Winky rushed into the Takeoff room. The Santa's Sleigh and Big Red Bag was gone. Surely Santa couldn't have just let this happen. Winky ran to Santa house. The door was laying on the floor, broken in half. Winky searched the house. Santa and Mrs. Clause was gone.
Tears stung Winky's eyes. Christmas was coming so soon, and all the toys were gone. It looked as if Christmas would be canceled. Suddenly, a dancing star caught Winky's eye. She wiped her eyes and clutch the star. 'If you found this, and if you still have your magic. Go and find the American Dragon. Only he can save us. Go my little elf.' Santa's voice said quickly. Then the star went out.( The star was something that only Santa could do. If he wasn't there, but needed something, he would send those to the elves and it would tell them what Santa needs.) So, Winky had to go find the American Dragon. She had heard tales about him. Some dragon in New York. From what the Keebler elves and the Shoemaker elves said, he was pretty good. Winky stood up. Santa was gone. Now, the fate of Christmas rested on her and the American Dragon's shoulders. Winky walked out of Santa's house and found Vomer sulking by the stable. She knew he would hate it, but Vomer would have to fly her to New York. Wherever that was. And hopefully, the American Dragon would help them.
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