Santa is Ill
Santa is a busy man. The last thing he ever needs is to become ill. Unfortunately one day, this became the case; Santa saw a doctor and was bed ridden for a few days. And so that's what Santa did, he got into his pyjamas and night hat, laying in bed and waiting for time to pass.
Elle had recently been through medical training, so she could treat elves in the workshop should anything happen. With all of her medical studies up her sleeve, Elle decided to pay Santa a visit. Santa was actually happy to see Elle, he needed some help and Mrs. Claus was out getting some supplies.
'Thank goodness, I thought I was going to have to get out of bed!' exclaimed Santa.
'Oh no you don't!' Elle approached the bedside to make sure Santa would go nowhere. 'You're staying there until you're better- or need to do something private.'
'I know,' Santa sighed. 'Could you fetch me my DVD collection, please? I might as well use this time to catch up on Doctor Ho Ho Ho.' Elle went to the shelf with DVDs on it and picked out the right one; she even turned on the television for him and everything. Then the show started.
'So that's the show with the spaceship that looks like a fireplace!' Elle exclaimed, quietly so as not to give Santa a headache.
'Oh yes, controlled by the bearded fellow.' Santa said as he made himself comfortable.
'Not for much longer though, I've seen the news.' Elle winked at Santa.
'Yes. That volume's rather low, I ought to-'
'Stop right there!' ordered Elle. 'You need peace, quiet and rest. In fact, I'll make sure of it!' And Elle dressed herself like a Royal guard; why she happened to have this costume on her person was a mystery. Elle armed herself with a candy cane and stood by Santa's bed, refusing to move.
'Shouldn't you be at the workshop?' asked Santa weakly.
'I took some time off to make sure you were alright.' Elle explained. 'Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere while you're solitary.' Santa would have groaned, but Elle was so close by that she would've easily heard him.
It wasn't until Mrs. Claus returned home that Elle could be sent away, in a polite manner of course. Elle stood down to let her take over, then returned to the workshop and back to work.
A couple of days Santa returned to work, feeling much better. As Santa went around the workshops, he discovered that someone was missing. It turns out that all of that time spent guarding Santa, had passed the illness on to her! Santa felt sorry for Elle, but couldn't help but wonder something. 'Now where can I find a Royal guard's costume and a candy cane?'
Elle had recently been through medical training, so she could treat elves in the workshop should anything happen. With all of her medical studies up her sleeve, Elle decided to pay Santa a visit. Santa was actually happy to see Elle, he needed some help and Mrs. Claus was out getting some supplies.
'Thank goodness, I thought I was going to have to get out of bed!' exclaimed Santa.
'Oh no you don't!' Elle approached the bedside to make sure Santa would go nowhere. 'You're staying there until you're better- or need to do something private.'
'I know,' Santa sighed. 'Could you fetch me my DVD collection, please? I might as well use this time to catch up on Doctor Ho Ho Ho.' Elle went to the shelf with DVDs on it and picked out the right one; she even turned on the television for him and everything. Then the show started.
'So that's the show with the spaceship that looks like a fireplace!' Elle exclaimed, quietly so as not to give Santa a headache.
'Oh yes, controlled by the bearded fellow.' Santa said as he made himself comfortable.
'Not for much longer though, I've seen the news.' Elle winked at Santa.
'Yes. That volume's rather low, I ought to-'
'Stop right there!' ordered Elle. 'You need peace, quiet and rest. In fact, I'll make sure of it!' And Elle dressed herself like a Royal guard; why she happened to have this costume on her person was a mystery. Elle armed herself with a candy cane and stood by Santa's bed, refusing to move.
'Shouldn't you be at the workshop?' asked Santa weakly.
'I took some time off to make sure you were alright.' Elle explained. 'Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere while you're solitary.' Santa would have groaned, but Elle was so close by that she would've easily heard him.
It wasn't until Mrs. Claus returned home that Elle could be sent away, in a polite manner of course. Elle stood down to let her take over, then returned to the workshop and back to work.
A couple of days Santa returned to work, feeling much better. As Santa went around the workshops, he discovered that someone was missing. It turns out that all of that time spent guarding Santa, had passed the illness on to her! Santa felt sorry for Elle, but couldn't help but wonder something. 'Now where can I find a Royal guard's costume and a candy cane?'
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