Arriving At The North Pole

I am again. This is Tim and I'm going to tell you what the Christmas I had with Jump Jump. A little elf was only three inches tall. Yes, I've seen Jump Jump and believe me, he really does jump up and down, backwards and forwards and sideways. Why, he's hardly ever still.

I'll tell you more about him. On our way to the North Pole, with Mary Holiday, sleepy Slimmer Lion who slept all the way, Ouchy Poggins, the clown who drove the wish in his car, jumped him in very little L, the poet who kept reciting, and oh yes, myself, Tim, I'm not an L for a clown or anything like

that, I'm just a boy from New York, on my way to see Santa Claus. I saw him too, and I'll tell you all about it. And suddenly I heard Jump Jump's voice.

Where is Hallie? The North Pole? Oh, jump jump. Tim, jump jump sees the North Pole. Yes, there it is. I can see him shining up bright red against the white snow. I see a dude jump jump.

It is a pole, isn't it? Yes. How wide everything looks. Kind of tree or a house inside. Not a house inside, Tim. Not one? No, no there isn't. That's odd. We should be able to see Santa's big red house famous can be from here.

Maybe it's under a snow drift. That's why we can't see it. They might have had a visit up here and it could have covered up Santa Claus' house with snow. You know that might explain why I didn't receive a message from Santa Claus.

Hey, honey! Hey, honey! Yes, Tati, Tommy. Do you see that North Pole, Tati, Tommy? We're here, we're here. Well, I kept wishing I'd see it and I wished so hard that I thought maybe it was a big of my imagination.