this is an elf’s problem
December 11th, 2009 by emilybOh! my goodness it’s freezing out here burrrrrr!.Oh hi my name is shorty I’m Santa’s little helper which means you can call me an elf. to me he’s like a father. but anyways HERE’S PROBLEM Santa is very sick so who’s gonna take all the presents to all those kids well except the naughty ones cause they don’t deserve anything. well anyways forget about the kids what about Santa who’s gonna give the presents. all of a sudden Mrs. clause called me cause Santa wanted to talk to me and then he said, ” shorty i think your gonna have to take the presents for me. WWHHHHHAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT!!!!!!! do you mean i have to take the presents. i mean you’re gonna have to learn how to ride the sleigh sooner or later. Oh no no no no no no no I’m not doing it i mean like how come you couldn’t ask someone else why me shorty said. because your the only one most closest to any way well not technically i mean I’m also closest to sugar pea Santa said. well yeah because she’s my older sister that’s how you know her hey wait i got a better idea why don’t you ask my sister she’s older she’s tall enough she knows how to use the sleigh shorty said. what do mean she knows how to ride the sleigh Santa said. yeah cause we went to the seven eleven like at 2:00 pm. for some hot chocolate i mean it was so good i drank like 18 of them. so the next day shorty only had five hours to learn how to ride the sleigh so well the other elfs were making the presents Santa was still laying down in bed still coughing and throwing uh! never mind i think its to personal for you to know. wow i think i’m starting to get the hang of it to me i think it’s really easy i thought it was gonna be very hard now it’s not. so since you got the hang of it r u ready i guess so ok then lets get the toys in the back of the sleigh. give me a second i have to go to the restroom it will be like 1 second . 1 second later. I’m back. r u ready to fly off I’m ready. ready 5 4 3 2 1 blast off i got out of there like a kangaroo jumping out into space. i kept going in and out of houses like crazy. as soon as i got back to the work shop i told Santa that it was so much fun i wish i can do it next year i wish when Santa gets sick again he can ask me cause it was really fun . That’s what you call an elf’s problem.