Jingles walked downstairs to see a elf with a green bag that he had set down on the floor. His long jacket as white as the snow, it was a mystery as to how he kept it so white. Lastly, on his wrist was a red watch, that shinned like a light on a tree.

Mother motioned her hand to the living room "Let's go in the living room, you can examine him in there."

Jingles sat on the couch as Dr. Merry sat in the recliner. Dr. Merry carefully looked at some papers and said with comforting smile "You're Jingles G. Tinsel?"

"Yes." Jingles nodded his head as the doctor wrote things down his clipboard.

"So," he said after a few minutes of quiet, "When did you start having these dreams?"

"Last night." Jingles simply replied.

He wrote more on his clipboard "What did you do yesterday?"

"Um..." Jingles thought this was an odd question, "I helped clean up the house and played outside."

Dr. Merry looked around the room before writing again. Jingles wondered what he might be writing, but before he could think about it the doctor asked "Are you on any medication?"

"No."

The doctor nodded at Jingles's response and asked "Do you know of any other family members that have this problem?"

"No, I'm the only one."

He wrote this down and questioned "Now, do you feel different since last night?"

Jingles thought about what to say. If he just said yes Dr. Merry would ask 'how differently', and he couldn't tell him everything or else he would be taken away (and lying wasn't an option). So with a deep breath and an uneasiness he answered "Yes," he paused for another deep breath "I haven't been able to get if off my mind, it's just kinda stuck."

For a quick second Dr. Merry looked surprised and then questioned Jingles again "Do you feel emotionally strange?"

Jingles felt like Dr. Merry had asked that before. He felt confused as he answered "Yes?"

The doctor wrote more on his clipboard, then looked Jingles in the eye and said "Why do you think you're having these dreams?"

The question hit him, how he could tell him without saying too much! He tried to think fast, but he quickly began to panic and was thinking of the best ways to run of of the room. Then he tried to clam himself down and answer "I think it might be telling what's going to happen," The words just kinda slipped out of his mouth, so he continued with what he was saying "and I had the dream so I can prevent it from happening."

"Hmm," Dr. Merry looked like he was thinking hard "Now, what did you eat before you went to bed last night?"

Jingles relaxed, he could answer this without feeling stressed "A cookie." he sighed with relief.

Dr. Merry put down the clipboard and got out a some measuring tape "Stand up." he said with the same type of smile he gave Jingles in the beginning of the talk. Jingles stood up straight and the doctor checked his height "One foot and seven inches," Dr. Merry announced "The average height of a seven year old elf." then the doctor got out a thermometer "lift your tongue up." he said and then stuck it in Jingles's mouth. They waited a minute and then Dr. Merry took it out and said plainly "99 degrees Fahrenheit, so no fever." Then he took out a tongue depressor and said in a sing-song voice "Say ah,"

Jingles opened his mouth and repeated Dr. Merry "Ahh." The taste of the tongue depressor was a strange sterile-like taste that made Jingles mouth have the same flavor.

"Hmm," the doctor said as he took a small flashlight and shined it in Jingles ears. Lastly Dr. Merry took out his stethoscope and told Jingles to do some deep breathing as he placed the tip of it on his chest. "You're done," he said after a long moment of silence "but I need to talk with you and your mother first."

Jingles sighed happily, he thought he was going to get a shot or that the doctor would ask more questions. It was over, all Jingles had to do was see what treatment Dr. Merry thought was best. Mother walked into the living room and set next to Jingles. Dr. Merry looked at the paper on the clipboard and said with a serious look "There's not much I can do, after all I don't study how the mind works, but I think two things could help this problem." He he looked back at his clipboard and said "One, make sure Jingles is relaxed before bed. And two, read him a story before bed, so he can fall asleep happy."

Mother smiled and shook Dr. Merry warmly by the hand "Thank you, thank you so much."

He nodded his head and walked out the door "If Jingles is having more strange dreams give me a call." Then the doctor walked out.

Suddenly the oven started beeping and the smell of turkey drifted in the air. Mother then got up and walked to the kitchen. Jingles sighed happily again "Mmm, dinner."

As fast as a penguin sliding down a hill, all eleven Tinsel children were at the table. The beautiful turkey was set on the table along with candy-cane cookies and a fruit cake. Father and Mother sat at the table that was filled with hungry mouths. Then they began to eat the wonderful meal.

In the middle of the meal Father randomly asked a question "So Jingles," he said, which made Jingles feel nervous, "What did you do today?"

Snowflake turned to Jingles, his eyebrows narrowing.

Jingles bit his lip. He couldn't lie this time, he would have to tell the truth. The problem was, how was he going to say it without alarming Father or Mother? Ideas flipped threw his mind.

"Well," Father urged "What did you do."

"I-I talked to the Kris sisters, you know, Molasses, Eggnog and Jangle?" he paused to think of what else to say "And I looked at the s-snowman you talked about." He stuttered at snowman, thinking about it made him shiver a little.

Father smiled, but still looked like he knew something "Maybe you're a mystery solver." then Father began to laugh "Do you think you could help me find my snow globe? I last saw in on the mantle, not a clue as to where it went." he smiled and everyone began to eat again as if nothing happened.

Once dinner was over and all the plates were cleaned and everyone was sent to bed. Jingles was cozily laying in his spot in the bed, with Snowflake next to him.

Mother walk in the room with a book in her hands "Tonight I'm going to read you all a story." Everyone then began to whisper to each other "Quite now." she said softly. Mother opened the book and started to read. " 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house..."

As she read the story Jingles somehow felt like it was related to his dream. He didn't know how, it was just a feeling. Jingles shook his head, he needed to have happy thoughts so he could have a goodnight's sleep. So that in the morning he would have the energy to find the snowman-thing.

"...Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away, all!' As the leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky..."

Jingles began to relax. Slowly every muscle in his body unclenched and his eyelids got heavy. He felt like he was laying on a cloud. and he could no longer keep his eyelids open.

And just before slipping into sleep he heard Mother say "...And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, 'Happy Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!' "

No more than what felt like a few minutes later Jingles opened his eyes. Sunlight poured in threw the window and all of his siblings were gone. Jingles stretched, reaching his hand up to the ceiling. Then he bent down touching his toes. He took off his red cap and green footy pajamas and put on a nice all white outfit.

After clothing himself, Jingles paced around the room. What would he do today? There was nothing else to investigate. Then an idea popped into his head, he ran down the stairs and grabbed a pencil. With a clean sheet of paper, Jingles sat down and started to draw.

The thought of the soot-covered snowman frighten him, but he thought if he could draw it, it would help in the search for it. He started to draw the head, the mouth wide open like he was going to eat someone. Then he drew the small neck and a strange looking bow tie, that seemed to spread out like hands. Next came the skinny soot-covered body and Jingles was baffled at the thought of a snowman with long, stick legs. He drew was he was for sure he saw, finishing with it's hands, ready to grab a hold of him. The picture was good and defiantly looked terrifying, it looked just like it had in his dream.

Then from behind Jingles he heard in a trembling voice "What in the North Pole did you just draw!?"