North Pole Virus
By Betsy Haynes
Copyright 2011 Betsy Haynes
THE FIRST A-CHOO!
I was whistling a jolly tune as I headed for the reindeer barn. I was going to feed my “flight crew,” as I liked to call them, and I had a bucket of feed in each hand. It was just a few days until Christmas Eve, and the thought of climbing into the sky with a sleigh full of toys and nine magic reindeer to deliver presents to all the good boys and girls in the world filled me with happy shivers. By jove, I could hardly wait until it was time to go!
I would have crossed and uncrossed my fingers three times in happiness if my hands hadn’t been busy holding the buckets. I couldn’t believe how lucky I had been getting ready for Christmas this year. Why, the toys were almost all made. The Missus was just finishing up all the batches of cookies. The letters and e-mails were all read. The wishes were all recorded in my big old ledger. And each toy was matched up to a child. Everything was nearly ready. For the first time longer than I wanted to admit, Christmas was coming off without a hitch!