Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Trouble with the Yeti ~ The Conclusion

December, Zircon and Santa peered over the snow drift into the Yeti’s cave. They could see the dim light of a fire burning in the back of the cave.

“He must be back there,” said December. “By the fire.”

“Do you think the toys are back there with him?” asked Santa.

“Not sure,” said December. “I found my comb in a drawer nowhere near the back of the cave.”

“It would be hard to miss,” said Zircon.

December let out a big sigh. “Well, let’s do this. We’re wasting time and Santa still has to make his deliveries. I know he’s fast, but I’m not about to let one kid go without a toy this Christmas.”

The three crept around the snow bank and started searching for Santa’s big bag of toys.

“It’s not up here,” whispered December. “I’ll go deeper, see if I can find it without letting the Yeti know I’m here.”

“Be careful,” cautioned Zircon. “He’s mean.”

December gave her friend a rub on the nose. “Nothing a big brave polar bear like you can’t handle. If you hear me scream, come running.”

December quietly advanced toward the back of the cave. She could feel the warmth of the fire and hear its crackle, but there was something else. It almost sounded like the wind, but December knew there was no wind in the cave. As she got closer she realized it was humming. The Yeti was humming Christmas carols.

Crouching behind a big rock, December peeked at the Yeti. As he hummed he hung three huge dirty stockings over the giant fire place. A large pine tree, decorated with pinecones and red fall leaves, sat in the corner. The Yeti turned and grabbed a toy out of Santa’s bag and placed it gently in the stocking, repeating the gesture with each sock.

December’s eyes widened as she realized what was going on. The Yeti had children and he was setting up for Christmas!

She glanced at Santa’s bag, sitting right next to the Yeti’s foot. There was no way she could sneak it away from him. There was only one other choice.

Standing tall, she approached the Yeti. “I’m sorry but that doesn’t belong to you.”

The Yeti turned and let out a fierce roar, but December held her ground.

“I can see you have children and that you just want them to have a good Christmas, but by stealing Santa’s bag you’ve ensured that a lot of other children have a bad one. Can you imagine the faces of the boys and girls when they wake up tomorrow to find Santa has left them nothing?”

The Yeti frowned and then with a quizzical “purr” pointed to what appeared to be door leading to another room. December decided it was the room where his children slept.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she said. “You can keep a gift for each child, but you must give me Santa’s bag so all the other children can receive a toy as well.”

The Yeti folded his arms and pouted. December shook her head. “Isn’t this a good deal? Everyone will get Christmas.”

December felt a hand on her shoulder. “I think I know what’s going on,” said Santa, Zircon behind him. “How old are your children, Yeti?”

The Yeti held up four long hairy fingers.

“And in all that time, I never brought them a toy.” Santa bowed his head. “I’m very sorry, Yeti, I never meant to leave you and your children out of the spirit of Christmas. From now on I will make sure every good child, human or not, has a toy waiting for them Christmas morning.”

Santa wiggled his nose and the Yeti’s cave transformed into a Christmas haven, with twinkle lights, holy wreaths and candy galore sitting on the table. The Yeti clapped his hands and hugged Santa.

“Ho, ho, ho,” laughed Santa. “Now, may I have my bag?”

The Yeti jogged across the room and retrieved Santa’s bag.

“Now Yeti,” said December. “You only get gifts from Santa if you’re a good boy and stealing things from other people is not good.”

The Yeti bowed his head in shame, then snapped it up. Raising his right hand, he growled something that sounded like an oath to never steal again.


Many years have passed since the Christmas that almost wasn’t and the fox kits still tell the tale of how December and her giant polar bear, Zircon, braved the Yeti to saved Christmas.


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