The Annual Christmas Eve Party was in full swing, party streamers hung from the lights and drunken singing of Hangover could be heard throughout the complex. “This is an Eve party to remember!” one elf told another to loudly in the momentary lull in the music.
The last of the presents had been wrapped and everything was ready for the all important Christmas Eve flight. All could make merry and forget about the stress of delivering millions of presents to millions of people with large quantities of Brandy Snaps and Hot Cocoa.
Santa had already passed his Brandy Snap limit and had slid under the table with a loud snore, while Mrs. Claus was just warming up. She had yet to beat the this year's Yeti Arm Wrestling Champ and win the last of the ready cash from the Yeti’s Ambassador, who came every year in the hopes of winning some of his cash back.
“I feel that I am going to get at least last year's wages back, Mrs.Claus… We have a grand champ this year. No-one was even close to beating him this year!”
“I too have a feeling Arnold.” Mrs.Claus replied, “I have the feeling that this is going to be like stealing treasure from a pirate! The easiest thing in the world!” Nervous laughter followed from Arnold, whenever she started hinting at her piratical life on the high seas, he knew it meant that she thought she was going to win.
It was into this quietly brash event that the unthinkable landed. A loud crash cut through the sound of twenty elves singing Gangnam Style, knocking them over like bowling pins as lumps of ice, shards of glass and three rather large dragons landed on the dance floor.
With a absurdly gentlemanly manner the biggest of the three dragons stepped forward and said, “I am Humanagor. I was sent here to represent my people.” He ruffled his wings loving the looks of dumb shock on everyone's faces. “Who is your leader?”
Mrs.Claus stepped forward, pushing aside stunned elves and stood before Humanagor with her hands on her hips, “That would be me and I would very much like the meaning of all this. Dragons haven’t been in these parts in a very long time indeed.” There was a pause followed by, “For a very good reason.”
“Well Mrs. Claus...We were just flying home for the season when we saw the lights and heard the music and thought that we could really use a party like that. So we came here to steal it.”
“Yeah!” Said a dragon behind Humanagor in a high pitched voice, “It’s ours now!” Mrs.Claus looked up at Humanagor and folded her arms,
“Ah ha… You might as well fly outta here again as what you have planned just isn’t going to happen boys.” There was a chuckle from the dragons as Humanagor picked up a still stunned elf and contemplatively looked at Mrs. Claus,
“Well… let me put this to you Mrs. Claus. Either we get the party or we eat all of you.”
“Yeah! We could use some snacks!” Once again came from behind Humanagor.
There was stunning silence as Mrs.Claus and Humanagor stared at each-other.
“I don’t think so…” said Mrs.Claus with the calm of a person responsible for the organisation of the biggest event of the year, and a history of making the worst pirate cry, “Partly because Elves taste horrid and mostly because that would mean you would have to deal with me.” She stepped closer and caught Humanagor’s eye and said quietly, “and I could use another dragon scale traveling coat… The last one is looking a little moth eaten.” Humanagor looked at the small smile that Mrs.Claus was wearing and the way she held his eye and swallowed. This was a women who wanted a new dragon scale traveling coat for those long wintery trips. She was all but daring him to make a move that would allow her to get one for the Christmas Season.
With care he put the elf down again and cleared his throat before carefully saying, “Maybe we could leave the snacks, leave the party in your hands and just join in on the chorus of Pen Pineapple Apple Pen?”
With a smile Mrs.Claus stepped back and nodded. “That would be fine… Then you could also fix the hole you have made in the roof.” There was a start of an ‘aww’ from behind Humanagor when it was sharply cut off with a snap of his tail. He wasn’t going to risk being turned into a coat over a little mess.
“Sure this Ma’am! We will have all of this cleared up in no time.”
That Eve party was was remembered by all as they best in the last fifty years. Mrs.Claus cleaned the Yetis out, Pen Pineapple Apple Pen became the hit song among the elves, and dragons got a reminding tale of why they steer clear of the North Pole.
All in all it was just another tale about how “All’s well that ends well” with a side note of being careful of whose party you crash. But then all good stories need a moral don’t they?