The Christmas Caper
The last stop of the night in Manhattan, that’s when it happened.
Before Santa can say “Donder and Blitzen, and what are the rest of their names?” he’s in deep eggnog with the police, the Mafia, and, of course, the elves. An angry elf is nobody to trifle with. Particularly if he’s been drinking espresso all night.
This Christmas story of about 6,000 words should put to rest all your burning questions about Santa Claus, Figgy Gambini, and what happens when an elf and a polar bear get into a boxing match.