Icy and I were really excited to spend Christmas Eve with Olive.
Even if Santa Claus was going to skip us (AGAIN!) because we were on the naughty list, the idea of spending the night in a home, after several nights at sea, was wonderful.
Olive lives in a small beach cottage, with walls made of wood – not ice! This was the first time we’d ever been to a non-igloo building. She had soft furniture, a Christmas tree and lots of toys for her daughter.
She cooked us a big plate of fish, which we ate quickly.
“Now boys” Olive said in a soft, kind voice, “Just what are you two Antarctic kids doing in Argentina, alone, for the holidays?”
Icy and I looked at each other and then at the floor. We were nervous to tell our new friend the truth. I gathered my courage.
“We ran away from home,” I told her. “But just for Christmas.”
The look on Olive’s’ face reminded of us something familiar: our moms. She looked worried.
“Why would you do that?” she said. “Why would you want to be away from your family on Christmas?”
“We were hoping to meet Santa Claus,” I said. “He skips over the South Pole, you know.”
Olive looked sad. “I didn’t know that,” she said. “You think that Santa Claus is going to find you here?”
“No,” said Icy. “We’re on the naughty list for running away from home.”
“Yeah, it was all for nothing. And now we’re 1,000 miles away from home,” I added.
Olive got out some blankets for us to use for the night. We were going to be sleeping on her sofa.
“I think I should try to get a message to your parents so we can figure out how to get you home.”
Olive got on her computer and started pounding her keyboard.
“Whale Mail is too slow,” she said. “Especially this time of year.”
“I know an Octopus that runs a courier service.” she said. “I’ll see if she has an extra tentacle for our message”
“Mama, mama,” Olive’s little daughter squeaked.
Glider jumped into her mama’s arms.
“Mama, when is Santa coming?”
“Just as soon as you go to sleep, sweetie pie,” she said while kissing the feathers on the top of her head. “And you boys should get some sleep. Don’t worry about anything. We’ll get you home safely, one way or another.”
And with that, she turned out the lights. Icy and I cuddled up on the sofa. We didn’t need the blankets. In fact, we were quite hot!
The lights on the tree twinkled. We were tired. We fell asleep, dreaming of igloos, ice fishing and our family.
Will Santa come? Find out in by reading the next chapter: Night
Beanie Boo Christmas Story
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