Santa is Silly
Every now and then, Santa takes a day to enjoy himself by spending time with his friend Frosty. Frosty, as everyone calls him is a snowman, which there are quite a few of around the North Pole. He and Santa enjoy a good game of golf together whenever they have the chance.
On one particular occasion, Elle was chosen to carry Santa's golf clubs. Elle had never been to a golf game so she was interested in seeing what it was like. Elle had never been so bored, she didn't think it was possible for a sport to be about walking at a leisurely pace after a ball whacked some distance by a stick, only to then place the ball in a hole and take it back out straight after.
Elle eagerly awaited for the final hole to be finished, she had been introduced to the idea that a general golf game has eighteen holes. The sooner this was over the better, for both her and her back. The golf clubs were incredibly heavy for an elf but regardless she kept hold of them and followed the golfers all around the course.
Finally they were on the seventeenth hole. 'Only one more to go!' Elle thought with great anticipation. Just after Santa had hit the ball, a phone started to vibrate; it belonged to Frosty.
'Just a reminder.' he declared after checking his phone. Santa noticed that Frosty's phone was new.
'Had an upgrade Frosty?' Santa asked.
'Indeed I have. This phone is designed especially for snowmen; it's lenses are able to make it clearer as to where a snowman might be in the photos!' Snowmen aren't usually very good at being in pictures. Given that the Norh Pole is a land coated in snow and snowmen are made of snow, they are almost invisible without something behind them, something that isn't white.
Santa was intrigued by this new model of phone. 'I wonder if it will do the same for my beard?' The two of them decided there was only one way to find out. They leant close to each other and pulled silly expressions while Frosty took a picture of them. 'How are you holding up, Elle?' Santa asked as the pictures were being taken.
'Just great!' Elle said with all of her might, even mustering the strength to give Santa a thumbs up while still holding the weight of the golf clubs.
The game continued and at the end, Santa was the winner. They all went into the club house to have a nice hot drink and a bite to eat, Elle was almost too weakened to have anything! By the time Elle returned home, she dropped straight onto her bed and fell asleep for the rest of the night. Her back kept giving hair pains for a couple of days after; the other elves felt sorry for Elle but simply told her 'That's always the way when we go golfing with Santa!'
On one particular occasion, Elle was chosen to carry Santa's golf clubs. Elle had never been to a golf game so she was interested in seeing what it was like. Elle had never been so bored, she didn't think it was possible for a sport to be about walking at a leisurely pace after a ball whacked some distance by a stick, only to then place the ball in a hole and take it back out straight after.
Elle eagerly awaited for the final hole to be finished, she had been introduced to the idea that a general golf game has eighteen holes. The sooner this was over the better, for both her and her back. The golf clubs were incredibly heavy for an elf but regardless she kept hold of them and followed the golfers all around the course.
Finally they were on the seventeenth hole. 'Only one more to go!' Elle thought with great anticipation. Just after Santa had hit the ball, a phone started to vibrate; it belonged to Frosty.
'Just a reminder.' he declared after checking his phone. Santa noticed that Frosty's phone was new.
'Had an upgrade Frosty?' Santa asked.
'Indeed I have. This phone is designed especially for snowmen; it's lenses are able to make it clearer as to where a snowman might be in the photos!' Snowmen aren't usually very good at being in pictures. Given that the Norh Pole is a land coated in snow and snowmen are made of snow, they are almost invisible without something behind them, something that isn't white.
Santa was intrigued by this new model of phone. 'I wonder if it will do the same for my beard?' The two of them decided there was only one way to find out. They leant close to each other and pulled silly expressions while Frosty took a picture of them. 'How are you holding up, Elle?' Santa asked as the pictures were being taken.
'Just great!' Elle said with all of her might, even mustering the strength to give Santa a thumbs up while still holding the weight of the golf clubs.
The game continued and at the end, Santa was the winner. They all went into the club house to have a nice hot drink and a bite to eat, Elle was almost too weakened to have anything! By the time Elle returned home, she dropped straight onto her bed and fell asleep for the rest of the night. Her back kept giving hair pains for a couple of days after; the other elves felt sorry for Elle but simply told her 'That's always the way when we go golfing with Santa!'
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