The three where a great pair. Jolly provided information on suspicious characters, such as other elves stories about finding out that something was stolen from their houses. He was very good at it too. Elves would come into his store to by a tree and would tell him about how their tree was stolen, or the peculiar things they saw. It was as though information flocked to him.
Jolly was always happy to see the two little elves, knowing that he was going to see then again and he didn't have to urge them to buy something. Who knew that someone with the name Jolly was really kinda lonely. All of Jolly's family spread apart long ago to start their own businesses. Now only Jolly and his father take care of the store. So when someone comes into the store, they're considered family in Jolly's eyes.
Snowflake helped with coming up with ideas. If Jingles was stuck, Snowflake had the answer. Jingles could see that Snowflake had a different way of thinking and it helped a whole lot in the search for the snowman-thing. He was different like that, always has been, always will be.
For the past fifty-three days Jingles spent most of his time out of the house. At the library, he looked at books that talked about the real world. He found out they they celebrate different 'holidays' and that Christmas was considered one of them. Mother's Day and Father's Day seemed like fun, a day to see Mother and Father happy and relaxed. They also had a day for remembering the people that died in a war. According to what Jingles had read, war wasn't a good thing, it was downright horrible. Then there was days to remember people who did the impossible and changed history. There was so many holidays Jingles wondered if the real world people had a holiday every day. How exciting! thought Jingles, something to celebrate everyday!
Then one holiday came up, one called 'Halloween' where people scare others and get candy in return. The expression 'Trick or Treat' explained most of Halloween to Jingles. This snowman had to come from the real world, where else would he come from? The real world is the only place where Halloween is well known.
So the trio had made a plan. Jolly would take off of work to volunteer in Santa's Workshop to look for any strange toys, and Jingles and Snowflake would look outside for Halloween-like people.
The morning of Christmas Eve, the day that Jingles had been waiting for. Jingles got up early to eat breakfast and was trying to wake Snowflake up.
"Get up." Jingles whispered in Snowflake's ear.
"Huh?" Snowflake yawned as he opened his groggy eyes.
"Shh!" Jingles hushed him, "Jolly should be at the workshop any minute, you have to get up!"
Snowflakes eyes flashed open "I'm coming." he whispered back and he quickly got up out of bed.
Then Jingles went downstairs and grabbed a clean sheet of paper and wrote:
Going outside, will be back tonight. Don't worry we have a lunch to eat. Love, Jingles and Snowflake.
He laid the paper down on the dinning room table. Only a few minutes later, Snowflake came downstairs all dressed and ready. Jingles nodded his head to the door, trying not to make noise. Then the two then quietly sneaked out the door.
Outside was quiet as well, the only sound that could be heard was the crunching of snow under their feet. Everybody was still asleep, the lights on the houses haven't been turned off for the day. In the distance, you could hear the faint sound of the train chugging down it's tracks.
They walked to Santa's workshop and in the front was Jolly. The work shop was the biggest building in all of the town, with a giant clock on a tall tower. The clock doesn't tell time, but the numbers of days till Christmas. Jolly walked up to the brothers with an excited smile.
"The day we've been waiting for!" He grinned "Now, I'm going in to work and you two look around for any Halloween-like things, ok?"
"Got it!" Snowflake smiled as he nodded.
"Good, at lunch I'm gonna take a break and grab you two a snack." he patted Jingles's head.
Then an elf opened the door of the workshop "Jolly, we need you inside."
"Coming." Jolly called back and the whispered to the brothers "See you later." then he ran inside of the workshop.
The two then started off on their walk around the shop. As they walked around they saw Christmas Town slowly wake up, with the smell of log fires and food, and the sound of bells and singing. The town was busier than ever before, there was lots of people at the workshop. Everyone in town was taking part in Christmas Eve, so many people.
"So do you think it will be hard to find the snowman, with all these elves?" Snowflake asked.
Jingles shook his head "No, it's a monster. It will be easy to find." he felt happy to finally use a word that he found in one of the holiday books.
"Ok but..."
"Jingles, Snowflake?" a voice had called out from behind them. The two turned around to find Father calling to them "This is where you two are at?" he then chuckled "You two must be helping, how nice."
"We're helping." said Jingles trying to tell the truth, but not reveal too much "We actually have to get back to that now. Sorry Father, bye!"
Without more said, Jingles grabbed Snowflake's arm and ran away. They ran over to Santa's house next door, the most Christmassy house in all of Christmas Town. Candy-canes lining the stone walkway to his front door. In fact, his whole home looked like a giant candy-cane themed gingerbread house. It even smelled like it too!
"Come," Jingles leaned against the stone wall around Santa's house, catching his breath "If we stay at the work shop people will ask us questions about what we're doing." He sighed angrily "I can't believe I didn't think of that earlier." he smacked his forehead.
"It's fine," Snowflake was trying to make Jingles feel better "at least you thought of it now. We can guard Santa's house till lunch."
"Alright," Jingles sighed "sounds good."
They both walked around the perimeter on the house, and Snowflake was the first to get bored. Soon he began counting how many time they walked around the house.
"Sixty-two, we've now..."
Jingles said it with Snowflake "Walked Sixty-two times around Santa's house." Jingles sighed and began to think of things to do to pass the time. Than came an idea. He cleared his throat and sang "Deck the halls with boughs of hol-ly. Fa la la la la, la la,la,la. 'Tis the sea-son...
Snowflake joined in "To be jol-ly. Fa la la la la, la la, la, la. Don we now are gay app-par-el. Fa la la la la, la la, la, la. Troll the an-cient yule-tide car-ol. Fa la la la la, la la, la, la. See the bla-zing yule be-fore us..."
The two were singing as they walked around the house. Their voices small and tiny, but full of joy. They sang every song they knew, though they disagreed whether there was twelve drummers drumming or nine drummers drumming. When they ran out of songs they told stories about the Christmas's long ago. To the brothers, it wasn't long before the clock struck twelve and it was lunch.
Without hesitation they ran to the shop, and standing in front was Jolly, looking jollier than ever. He held three bag's in his hands and handed two to the boys. Inside was some figgy-pudding, a turkey sandwich and a bottle of apple cider.
"Did you find anything yet?" asked Jolly.
Snowflake sighed "No, but we think they might go to Santa's house and not the workshop. So we've been hanging out there. Have you seen anyone suspicious in the workshop?" he then took a bite out of his sandwich.
"No." Jolly said "But staying around Santa's house is a smart idea" he nodded his head in agreement. "You two should go back, in case it comes."
Jingles raised his finger, showing that he wanted to speak, and swallowed the rest of his food "Kay, come on lets go and eat our lunch there."
"Bye, see you at takeoff!" Jolly waved goodbye.
They ran back and began to eat the rest of lunch. Once they were done they got back to telling stories. When they had no more stories to tell, Jingles told Snowflake about the different holidays. How the people celebrated or how the holiday came to be. After a couple of hours Jingles couldn't think of any other holidays, so Snowflake started counting again.
"Ninety-eight, we've now walked around..."
"Jingles, Snowflake?" called a voice from behind... again "What are you two doing?" it was Holly passing by Santa's house.
Jingles felt surprised "Sis, what are you doing?"
"It's evening and I haven't helped at Santa's workshop yet. I thought going to help now, would be better than never. What are you two doing?" she asked again.
Once again, someone has asked about Jingles's plans. He couldn't lie, or run away "I'm looking for something."
Holly raised an eyebrow "Who are you looking for?"
Jingles thought about what to say. Than he began to think soon people will realize that I'm not insane Then he thought some more and if I'm wrong? I guess it wouldn't be anymore different than now. Jingles then saw no harm in telling his sister "It's not a someone it's a something."
"What is it?" she asked.
Jingles sighed, he didn't want to say it, but it wouldn't matter anyway "A monster."
"Um," she scratched her head "What's a monster."
"Remember the dream I had?"
Holly looked up like she was thinking "You mean the one about Santa getting eaten? You're still thinking about that?"
"Yes," Snowflake butted in "We're trying to save Christmas!"
Save Christmas? Jingles thought, but then Holly began to speak.
"Sounds like fun!"
Jingles was still thinking when he snap out of it "Fun?"
She shook her head "Could I help you?"
"Sure." Snowflake smiled.
"Thanks! So what are we doing?" She questioned. Before it was answered, three, horrid creatures in a big, walking bathtub, were creeping up to Santa's house. All three with an evil cackle that could mean nothing but trouble.
