Santa sat at his desk. He leaned back in the leather chair that was now shaped just like him. He rested his feet on the oak desk after looking around. Oh, good. Mrs. Santa was no where to be seen. She did not like to see his feet sitting among the paperwork and feathered pens.
For some reason boots on furniture bothered her.
Santa had been married to her for over five hundred years. He still hadn’t figured out a lot of the things that made the Mrs. angry. What’s the big deal about boots on furniture? Must be a female thing.
There came a knock at the door.
“Come in!” bellowed Santa in his best “I Mean Business” voice.
Earl ducked his head around the corner of the door.
“Hey! Santa! Looking good! I think there must be some mistake? But, I figured I’d better check to be sure. You didn’t call for me did you? Earl? Elf Number Two?” Earl asked in a faint voice.
Earl had never been summoned to Santa’s office before. It’s much worse than being sent to the principal’s office in school.
“Get in here, Earl!” Santa said as he planted his boots on the floor.
Santa twirled his leather chair around. He looked down at the Number Two Elf. Santa pointed to the guest chair on the other side of his desk.
The shaking elf looked like he was about to fall over.
Earl sat. He grabbed his hands and he pinched the skin around his knuckles to try to stop the shaking. It didn’t work.
“Deep breaths, Earl. Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. Try to calm down. What’s the worst that can happen, Earl? The worst? That would be that I would fire you, Earl. Demotion. Eternity shoveling reindeer poop as you clean out the barns…..Oh, Jingle Bells, Earl! I’m messing with you! Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out.” Santa teased.
Earl breathed in deeply. He slapped his own cheeks until they were red. He sat up straight in the chair. He leaned down and straightened out the curly tip on his right shoe.
“Yes, Santa. You sent for me? What can I do for you?” asked Earl after he had calmed himself down.
“We’ve got a problem, Earl. And, I think between the two of us we can figure out a solution.” said Santa.
“Our problem is one Louise Smythe. Oh, it’s Darlene Kelly’s fault too. You now who she is don’t you?” asked Santa as he leaned over the desk. He stopped Earl from playing with his shoe.
Earl stopped messing with his shoe. Santa needed his help. He had just said so.
“Darlene Kelly!” said Earl as he sat up straight. He had just been asked a question that he knew the answer to. Thank the mistletoe! “Yes! She’s the little girl that stopped asking for dolls a few years ago. She decided she wants to be a writer. She asked for a typewriter on her list. Journals. Diaries. Yes, no more dolls for her.”
“Earl…………….Darlene is no longer a little girl. She turned sixty this year.” Santa said gently. Time passes quickly for elves Santa knew. One Christmas melted into the next for them.
“Sixty?” Earl whispered.
“Yes, sixty. That’s not my point, Earl. My point is that she’s been writing stories. She dreams and she writes. She’s gotten very close to the truth of it all because she still believes. Her stories about the North Pole aren’t exactly written for children. They are written for adults that still believe…..or those that want to believe. Some of those stories are read aloud to children. She’s got their attention…………which isn’t a bad thing.” Santa explained
Earl shook his head up and down. He shook it some more until his cap fell right off his head.
“Louise Smythe has read some of these stories to her grandson, Tristan. And, somehow you………..Earl…………you have caught their imagination. Tristan has somehow come up with the idea that you sneak into his house and steal his socks when he’s not looking. When a child believes something with all his heart…………..it can become real.” said Santa.
Santa sat back in his chair like he was all done explaining. Like he had done his job delivering the message.
Earl’s eyes grew big…..he stared back at Santa……he waited for the other big black boot to drop.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” asked Santa
Earl’s eyes grew even bigger and then he started to stutter.
“But, but, but, but, but, I’ve never left the North Pole! How can I be accused of stealing socks? Stealing anything? I don’t understand, Santa! How could this happen? How can human children know my name? How can a human child think that I’d sneak into his house and steal anything? Even socks. Oh, I love socks. I collect socks. Socks make me happy. Thin socks. Heavy socks. Red socks……oh, red socks are my very favorites.” Earl sputtered out as Santa glared at him.
“Earl! Snap out of it! I know you’ve never left the North Pole. I know that Louise has one snowball of an imagination. Her bedtime stories have rolled into one big problem for us.” said Santa as he handed Earl a candy cane and a pat on the head.
“I sent for you because this is a problem with your name stamped all over it. We can figure it out together.” Santa said calmly Like he solved these kinds of problems every day. Which he does.
“Let us eat a candy cane. And, think.” said Santa as he plopped a red and white candy into his mouth.
The saint and the elf sat and crunched away at the peppermint sticks.
Earl still had no idea what was needed from him so he made the candy cane last………and last.
“Earl! Aren’t you in charge of stocking stuffers?”asked Santa as he threw his candy cane wrapper into the trash can.
“Yes, I am!” said Earl hopefully.
“What’s big this year?” asked Santa.
“Oh, you know………..” replied Earl. “The usual.”
“No, I don’t know, Earl. Because, it is your job. Not mine. And, your report is two days overdue. I just asked you a question, Earl. What is big this year?” Santa said in a quarrelsome tone.
Earl sat up straight. He stopped sucking on his dwindling candy cane.
“Candy. Slinkies. Playdough. YoYos. More candy. I throw a toothbrush in now and then. The parents complain about too much sugar and dental bills. Um………walnuts and oranges are out. Um………..miniature candy bars. Flash cards. Comic books. Socks.” said Earl as he crunched down on the last of his candy cane.
The peppermint settled his nervous stomach. He let out a little belch and blushed in embarrassment.
“There you go, Earl. There’s the answer to our problem.” said Santa as he checked his book for his next appointment.
Santa frowned as he looked at the next entry. He was needed at the reindeer training facility in ten minutes. There were two reindeer in detention for being naughty. Red nosed reindeer are so talented but they are also full of attitude.
“Socks! Earl, socks are the answer. You put a few pairs of socks in Tristan’s stocking every year. You attach a little note. That gets you off the hook, Earl. The handwritten note.” said Santa as he pushed his chair back.
Meeting over.
“A handwritten note?” asked Earl as he stood because his superior had just risen. “And, what should this note say, Santa?”
“Oh, mix it up. Anything you’d like…………….um, let’s say………………Missing a sock, Tristan? Look behind your bed…………elves don’t steal socks, Tristan……………it’s all in your head! How is that, Earl? Problem solved?” asked Santa as he strode out the door.
“Problem solved, Santa!” Earl said as he stood at attention.
Santa had vacated the room. Earl took a Christmas card from Santa’s desk. He borrowed one of Santa’s feathered pens and he sat down and wrote.
Dear Tristan, Missing a sock? Look behind your bed……………………………..