The Frozen Country

Him, and I want to tell you more about how junk jump and I saved Christmas. We talked with Eskimos, took a ride in the back of a whale, and were captured by the ice hill.

Don't tell you more about that today. Some folks from Holiday House were at the North Pole. The junk comes a little out for me. In the Christmas spirit, he looks like the fairy doll that hangs in our Christmas tree here for working, with guiding us along our silver path.

But we should take this to the palace with a wicked ice cream who had kidnapped Santa Claus' reigns him. Yesterday, I told you about the Christmas tree forest, where all the old Christmas trees grow.

It was beautiful, and I'd like to have stayed there for a long, long time. Well, we had to hurry on. Hope study would happen next in just a minute. Trust is through an adog stand.

In the sound we hear is the noise of a bell to the harness of our Eskimo dogs. Now y'all are they were standing on the runners the sled driving the dog to. For a little jump jump the elf is only as big as your thumb. Where's over our heads in his toy red helicopter? I headed the sled walk

before us from Hollergen House, making up problems to his dog's butt and snow on the ice. I took out the de-clumb and I walked along beside the sled, keeping her a holiday company. She was so quiet and kind of long-term scary they're all a next snow.

Oh, look him. Up ahead, isn't that a signpost stuck into the snow? Yes, it looks like a signpost, Mary Ollie. Maybe we're arriving at the frozen country at last. Or the frozen country? The frozen country?