Welcome, my friends, to the Advent Calendar for 2017! This time around I’m writing a sweet little feel-good piece about Dollface’s little brother, Bear, the Christmas Elf! So cuddle up with a fluffy blanket, grab a cup of hot chocolate, and enjoy<3
Cape High Christmas Elf
*The North Pole*
While there are many supers in the world, living among the humans, making friends, fitting in, there are also those that just can’t deal with society. They aren’t evil, or violent, they’re just different. They don’t fit in. They will never feel comfortable on a crowded street, or surrounded by so much noise. These are Santa’s elves.
Well, actually, that’s not quite true. There’s a group of elves that are perfectly fine wherever you stick them, but for this story, we’re focusing on the first type.
Well, actually, we’re focusing on me. My name is Barrett, but everyone calls me Bear. I’m fifteen, and the second child of the latest generation of the Toy Box line. Yeah, that means Dollface is my big sister. You’re probably thinking that means I grew up in a dollhouse, right? Not really. I mean as I got older, once in a while, but the real impact it had on me was that up until I was seven, I thought it was perfectly normal for guys to have cartoon characters painted on their fingernails. I even remember several times where my mom would walk in on Dolly practicing makeup… on me. Thankfully that stopped when puberty kicked in. I shot up taller than Dolly by the time I was thirteen, and she can’t run well in heels.
But other than that I think I’m pretty normal… nah, I’m just kidding. I’m not normal at all.
“Bear, my boy!” Santa says, stepping into the door of my “office.” I’m one of the few elves that merit an entire workroom to myself, without people complaining, mostly because it’s packed with puppets, wood, and material, leaving me a cubby sized area to work in. I don’t bother looking up from what I’m doing. Instead I send a two-foot-long fluffy white dragon puppet flying over to him, hovering in the air beside him. I’m in the middle of carving right now, and if I look away I could ruin my latest piece.
“What’s the problem, Jolly Man?” the dragon puppet, Snowy D, asks in a raspy voice, his wooden mouth moving perfectly with each syllable.
“Oh, no problem, I just thought I’d check to see how things are coming,” he says, coming into my room. All around him are my puppets. “Your teacher said you skipped class again.”
“I didn’t skip it, I was right there in the back,” Snowy D says.
“Sending your dragon puppet to class isn’t quite what she was hoping for, Bear,” he says gently.
“I even took notes,” Snowy D says, holding out a sheet of paper for Santa to see. He takes the sheet, looking it over.
“You drew a picture,” he says. “It was math class.”
“That’s why there was nothing to take notes about,” Snowy D tells him.
“Bear, for a second, could you put the work down?” Santa asks softly, walking over to me. He stops, though, as he sees what I’m carving. “Oh, my… she’s beautiful.” I pull my knife away, not about to cut the carving because I’m embarrassed. I am REALLY embarrassed, actually. I mean, it would be seriously awkward if she saw this… not that she will. “That’s Piper, isn’t it?”
To distract him, I have Snowy D land on his shoulder. It doesn’t work. Instead, Santa reaches up first to pat Snowy D on the head, and then out to place a hand on my shoulder. “Bear, my boy… you can’t just phone your schooling in.”
“Bear sees what I see,” Snowy D says. “And they yelled at him for using sharp objects around his classmates last time. Or did you forget that the second oldest in class is only eight years old?”
“Yes… I could see how that could be a problem,” Santa says with a frown.
“You could let me go to Cape High,” I say quietly, speaking for the first time since he came. I’ve been agonizing over whether I should mention that for months. A part of me is terrified that he’ll say yes. If I go to Cape High, I’ll actually meet her, right? And then I’ll probably get turned down. It’s not like I’m the most charming guy around… “Or not,” I mutter, picking up my carving again.
“Well… that’s an interesting idea,” Santa says. “And there is an open house coming up…”
I look at him in shock, feeling several different emotions all at once. I want to go! Do I want to go? If I go, I won’t be able to carve my puppets all day, right? But I’ll be around other kids! But I’ll also be around norms…
“Well,” he says, “how about we make a little deal?”
I look at him, seeing a familiar expression in his eyes that sends a chill down my spine. “What kind of deal?” Snowy D asks.
“I’ll drop you off near the top of Canada, and if you can make it down to Cape High, through your own ability, by the time the open house starts, I’ll see if I can’t get you in.”
“Can I bring Snowy D?” I ask. He grins at me.