Polar Rescue
Snow lay deep in mid December, winter winds blew vengeful cold when a call came on the airwaves – it’s a tale that must be told.
Where the North Pole stands surrounded by bleak ice and nothing more, there’s a room beneath the surface with an ice block for a door.
If you know its secret password and gain access to inside, what a sight that meets your vision – how your eyes will open wide.
But the tale that I was telling, as I said, it must be told, is about two little people who got lost out in that cold.
They were heading to the North Pole and its toyshop underground when Boreas of the north winds saw them coming, and he frowned.
Summoning his cousin Blizzard, they commenced to puff and blow at two weary, little travelers who were trudging through the snow.
What Boreas and his cousin didn’t know, and I’ll confess that the elves out on the tundra brought along their GPS!
First a call (they had a cellphone) to their colleagues at the Pole who came out to aid in rescue – it was quite some night patrol.
Deep inside that hidden grotto where they build fine toys and things, there was happiness and laughter and a feast that’s fit for kings.
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