“Don’t you love my new sleigh?” Santa asked. “I call it North Pole One.”
Mrs. Claus pursed her lips. “Why does it have a hot tub?” (More)
Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.
Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Jock Itch and Toenail Clippings. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….
“It’s not a hot tub,” Santa said. “The reindeer get thirsty.”
“I see,” Mrs. Claus replied. “So the hot water jets are for … what?”
Santa smiled. “De-icing. In case we fly through a blizzard. North Pole One has the very latest in safety technology.”
Mrs. Claus pointed inside the cabin. “And the mini-fridge?”
“I get thirsty too,” Santa said.
Elmo walked up to the cabin steps, carrying a box. “Champagne delivery. Edith’s coming with the pizza. Extra anchovies.”
Santa stepped out of the elf’s way. Mrs. Claus did not.
“Champagne?” she asked.
Santa’s cheeks now matched his jacket. “In case any honored guests want to come along. Like you, darling.”
Mrs. Claus crossed her arms. “And the pizza? I don’t like anchovies. You don’t like anchovies. So exactly which honored guests did you have in mind?”
Edith approached with a stack of boxes. “The pizzas are readly. But I’ll have to go back for the silky lube.”
“That’s for Rudolph,” Santa said quickly. “To keep his nose shiny.”