The exercise:
With just a week to go until Christmas, I figure it's time to jolly things up around here. I haven't exactly decided on a theme yet, but my yearly countdown to the big day shall begin with: the elf.
Edit: now that I've finished today's writing, it's looking like I might be getting myself into another week-long story. We'll see where it ends up!
It hit plus ten degrees here today, so most of the snow has melted away again. The weather really can't seem to make up its mind.
Mine:
"Have you seen Santa?" The question reached Miguel's ears immediately, seeing as Rosa had asked it from less than a foot away, but it took several seconds to work its way through all the thoughts tumbling through his mind.
"Isn't he in his office?" Miguel asked without looking up from his current project. The rocking horse for Emily in Boise was nearly complete, then he could move on to the train set for Jeremy in Toronto.
"No," Rosa replied, the worry in her voice bringing Miguel's hands to stillness. "And there's no note on his desk or anywhere that I could see."
"Mrs. Claus?"
"Locked up in the kitchens until Takeoff."
"Maybe he's checking up on Rudolph and his crew," Miguel said, not sounding like he believed it himself. "Have you checked the stables?"
"Not there either. Will you help me track him down?"
