The (now officially labeled) Christmas Week trundles onward with: candy canes.
Kat and I are on the road and heading north today. Take care of the place while I'm gone, won't you?
We're expecting to be back next Wednesday, but I suspect that will depend on the weather.
"Where have you been all night?" Rosa asked when she spotted Miguel stumbling into the workshop. The other elves were preoccupied with their final assignments but she kept her voice low anyway.
"Looking for Big Red," he replied, blinking at her in confusion. "Where else would I be?"
"Listen, I've made a list of places for us to search," Rosa said, pulling him to a quiet corner.
"Have you checked it twice?" Miguel asked, struggling to maintain a straight face.
"Not funny. At all. We're running out of time here; we need to be more organized!"
"Of course, of course. Let's have a look at it then."
"Okay." Rosa glanced around before pulling a folded square of paper out of her coat pocket. "I've ticked off everywhere we've looked together: stables, woodshed, Frosty's place, Jack Frost's cafe, and the grounds to the east and west of the Claus home."
"So what's left?" Miguel asked, swaying slightly from apparent exhaustion.
"Well, there's the Abominable Snowman's bar, the Candy Cane Club... no need to check there though. Mrs. Claus has forbidden Santa from stepping foot in there ever again after that incident last New Year's Eve. Those girls are permanent residents of the Naughty List, that's for sure."
"I checked there already anyway."
"You... what? Is that where you've been?"
"I had to be very thorough," Miguel said, his wide smile ruining any attempts at solemnity. "You know, just in case."