Gibbly the elf was really cold. He was not sure why standing out in the falling snow was a “privilege”, as the other elves said. Perhaps they knew better, or perhaps they were playing a trick on poor Gibbly. He had been standing in front of a red pole with a flashing light on the end all day long. His instructions were to call the head elf immediately if the light were to ever stop flashing. Gibbly was told this was a very important job. You see, if the light stopped flashing, Santa would not be able to find his way out of the North Pole and into the sky. That would mean no presents being delivered on Christmas Eve!
“But,” Gibbly thought. “Santa already has GPS installed on his new sleigh. Does he even need these lights to guide him anymore? I don’t see anyone else watching the other lights.”
And he was right. There were no other elves watching the other lights. In fact, there was no one around as far as he could see. The only thing he could see, besides the annoying flashing light on a pole, was a small brick building way off in the distance. There was smoke coming out of the chimney, and all of the windows were lit with a bright, yellow light. The warmth coming from the fireplace melted the snow around the building. It looked to be the only warm place for miles.
“Oh, forget it. I need to get out of the cold!” Gibbly slowly walked through the blinding white snow and reached the brick building in just the right time – his pointy elf ears were frozen solid! He quickly knocked on the big, wooden door. It creaked open under the weight of his knocking. Gibbly looked around, but he could see no one standing in the doorway. Not wanting the rest of him to freeze, Gibbly walked inside. The warmth immediately flushed his cheeks, and he could feel his ears again!
“Hello?” Gibbly called out, but no one answered. Gibbly made himself at home, lounging in the overstuffed red sofa and sipping hot chocolate out of a green, swirly glass. Gibbly was now nice and warm. He was so warm and comfortable on the couch that he quickly started falling asleep.
“Hey. Why are in my house?”
Gibbly opened his eyes to see a large face staring down at him.
“Sorry, sir. I must have fallen asleep.”
“You’re Gibbly, aren’t you? You’re supposed to be watching the light this Christmas Eve! Why aren’t you out there?”
Gibbly sat up on the big red couch. “I thought that was just a joke the other elves were playing on me!”
“Oh, no. It is a very serious job. You must get back out there!” the large elf said.
Gibbly got up from the couch, walked out the front door, and braced himself for a long, cold walk. His large, pointy ears started freezing again! Gibbly made it to the pole and realized that the light had gone out! He reached for his communicator, but it was gone.
“I must have left it in the house!” Gibbly thought.
Up in the air, Gibbly could hear Santa’s sleigh approaching his location.
“What should I do? Will Santa lose his way if I don’t fix the light? Where did I leave that extra light bulb?”
Gibbly searched in the snow for the light bulb. Above, he heard Santa’s sleigh getting even closer to the pole, except something didn’t sound right. The bells on the sleigh sounded like they were heading in the wrong direction.
“Oh no! Santa’s reindeer are getting lost! I need to hurry.”
Gibbly found the bulb, took the old one out, and screwed the new one in as quick as he could. The light came to life in a blinding white light. Gibbly looked to the sky. The sleigh bells were getting closer! Within a few seconds, Gibbly heard the loud jingle of sleigh bells and then Santa’s sleigh flew overhead! Santa was back on track and off to deliver presents to children around the world!
“Wow! I really did make a difference. Being frozen from head to toe was certainly worth saving Christmas for all of the girls and boys around the world. I am an important elf,” Gibbly said with a smile.