DECEMBER 21 MONDAY
Goaty Man was connected to a heart monitor in Good King Wenceslas Hospital in Christmas Pudding Town, the Snow Globe. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The ginger bread healers didn't know if he'd ever wake up again. But even if he did, Christmas was still ruined. Not nearly enough toys had been made. Peter crumpled his wish list and tossed it in a bin.
"It's just a man in a suit anyway," he muttered bitterly.
Then, as if by a Yule miracle, Goaty Man's eyes rolled up like window shades. Peter screamed and backed into an IV stand.
Goaty Man sat up.
"Baaa! Where am I?"
"Good King Wenceslas Hospital," James told him.
And then he refreshed his memory by answering all his confused questions.
"Pesky elves!" Goaty Man shook his hoof. "So elf-centered! Why won't they think of the children?"
"Elves have needs," Sirius shrugged.
"They don't have needs they live and eat in the factory!"
"I wasn't talking about those needs."
Goaty Man fell back into his pillow.
"Ohhh. Now Yule is ruined. If only the elves hadn't tried to form unions..."
He baa'd sadly.
"I know where you can get free labour!" said Sirius.
Goaty Man sat up again.
"Where?" he asked, wide-eyed.
"Don't ask, don't tell. But it's free!"
"Splendid! I take it!"
A ginger bread healer came in with his grass and paper salad. Remus shook the snow globe he had received a few years back from Father Spanky, and it took him and the chaps out of the Snow Globe.