Leo and the Christmas Elves – Williams Lake Tribune
Christmas Spirit winner, 13-19 years old
Once in a secluded house on Windabarg Street, near the outskirts of town, lived an old man named Leo. Leo was sitting in his favorite chair, looking out the window, watching flakes dance in the sky, land on the ground and eventually melt.
Leo didn’t believe in happiness. Happiness brought only pain and suffering. His wife had died three years ago, and since then Leo had smiled, perhaps, twice. His wife’s death drained all happiness into grief. Christmas was his wife’s favorite holiday, so he always celebrated it in her memory in the same way.
Every Christmas he baked cookies and cooked a feast for the whole week. But one thing he has done the same every night since his death, having eaten a nice dinner, was make a fire and sit in his wife’s favorite rocking chair and lose himself in his grief as he watched the flame run around the fireplace, laughing.
He had no living children. He had a daughter, but she died in childbirth.
Children were playing in the snow across the street and Leo groaned in disapproval. They were throwing snowballs and laughing. He knew how it would end. Someone would get hit and cry, then the day would be miserable. He got up and walked into his kitchen.
It was about five in the evening and he was ready to go for a walk. He put on his heavy gray jacket and thick black boots and entered the white world. Cold rushed through her face forcing a smile to spread across her face. He loved the cold, and it was the coldest winter the small town of Swelaverg had seen in a long, long time.
He slipped through the snow towards the forest on the outskirts of town. When he reached the forest, he took a familiar path leading into the heart of the woods. He used to walk this path with his wife every day. She died and he still walked there. A bird flew past Leo, hissing a happy tune and he watched him fly up a tree and rest on a branch.
Watching the bird, he hadn’t noticed a patch of ice. His feet slid under him and he landed on his back, his head hitting the ice. Pain ran through his head; darkness invaded his eyes until it finally dragged him into its depths.
He was awakened by something stabbing his cheek, gentle but urgent. He opened his eyes to see a being with curly brown hair and green eyes, about 12 inches tall. Leo sat down and the thing moved away from him. Pain ran through his head, but he managed to stay seated. He stared at the being realizing it was an elf. No, he wasn’t an elf, the elves weren’t real. Leo rubbed his eyes. The elf looked at him with big green eyes, his curly hair bouncing in the breeze. It must have been an elf. âHello,â the elf said, his voice loud and cheerful, happy. Leo just stared at him. “My name is Calen,” said the elf. “I saw you lying on the floor so I came over and patted you on the cheek. So you woke up!
Calen seemed proud of himself.
“What are you?” Leo manages to ask.
“I am an elf of course! Calen suddenly huffed in anger. “Have you never seen one before?” “
Leo shook his head. Calen stared at him, a mixture of pity and surprise.
“Anyway, you’re probably cold, let’s go home.”
Leo was cold but he didn’t want the elf to come.
“Homepage?” He asked. “My house?”
“Yes, your house where else?” Calen said. “Come on now, get up, let’s go.” “
It was dark and the sun was gone, but the flakes were still falling, very slowly. Leo stood up (not knowing what else to do) and almost fell but managed to stay upright. The elf ran to Leo and climbed on his leg, ran behind his back and sat on his shoulders.
Calen was exceptionally light, even for his size. Leo walked home slowly, step by step. Finally, he arrived home. As soon as he opened the door, Calen jumped off his shoulder and ran towards the kitchen. Leo, whose head was pounding violently, did not object, sank into his chair in front of the window and fell asleep. Leo opened his eyes to see the bright morning light burst from a clear blue sky. The smell of fresh cookies hit his nose.
“Hello!” Calen’s voice startled him and he jumped.
Calen was standing with a large mug full of coffee. A person this tall shouldn’t even be able to carry half of it. Calen put the coffee down on the side table and rushed into the kitchen. He came back within 10 seconds with a plate with pancakes, syrup and three cookies.
“I made your breakfast,” he announced.
Leo took the plate from her and examined it.
“Where do cookies come from?” ” He asked.
“I made them as soon as you fell asleep,” Calen replied.
Leo raised his eyebrows.
“I didn’t give you permission to cook in my kitchen,” he said a little harsher than he expected.
âWell, I did. I also saved you. So, you’re welcome! Calen exclaimed.
Then he rushed into the kitchen.
Leo looked down at his plate, feeling quite guilty. He took a bite of the pancakes and was surprised to see that the pancakes tasted so nice, Leo couldn’t put his finger on them. He finished eating quickly and headed for the kitchen. Calen stirred a large bowl with a wooden spoon, muttering to himself. Leo cleared his throat.
âThe breakfast was delicious,â he says.
The elf looked at him, a happy expression spreading over his face.
“Glad you think so, I’m baking a cake and more party cookies tonight.”
“What a party?” Leo asked, finding himself a little scared.
âAll of my elven brothers come here to meet you,â Calen said.
“Are there more of you?” Leo asked.
âSure. There are thousands of them. We live at the North Pole. Only my four brothers are coming though,â Calen said and he stopped stirring. âWe don’t help Santa Claus. The red and green elves do. I wear blue.
He showed his blue jacket and baggy blue pants. His jacket had fluffy white cuffs and a fluffy white collar. He had gold buttons on the front and dark blue and white patterns on his pants.
âI am sent to different counties to help people. You were one of the people on the list. He said “to strive with happiness”.
Calen continued to stir.
Leo thought about fighting against happiness. âAll the happiness brought was pain and suffering. Nothing else, he thought. He was about to say this, but Calen spoke first.
âI invited my brothers. They are fun and have many talents. I thought you would like it.
Calen looked slightly embarrassed. Leo took a deep breath. It was all crazy and shouldn’t be real. Again, an elf sat in front of him baking a cake.
“It’s okay,” Leo forced. “I probably need something like this.”
“Do you need help?” Leo asked.
âOf course if you want to help. We have to mix eggs, milk and cream. Calen noted.
Leo looked at the kitchen. There was no cookbook anywhere.
“It’s all up there,” Calen said, patting his temple. âI specialize in cooking.
Leo spent the rest of the afternoon cooking and baking with Calen, easily talking to the little elf, finding the conversation everywhere. Calen was a very talkative elf and asked a lot of questions, telling him a lot about his personal life. He even told Leo how his mother died. Tragic story really, his mother was trampled by a reindeer.
Later that evening, Leo was sitting listening to one of Calen’s stories when four elves tumbled down the fireplace. The elves came out of the fireplace and pulled up.
“Hello, I am Dasher,” said the tallest of the elves. “This is Claus, Preston and Noel.”
He motioned to each elf in turn. They all looked remarkably similar with slight differences.
Calen nodded to them yes.
âWe need to regroup in the kitchen,â he told Leo.
Then they all rolled over to the kitchen and closed the door. When the door opened again, Dasher stepped out, no elves followed him but the door closed behind him.
“My talent is sculpture,” he said, taking a block of wood and a knife from his pocket. “What would you like? “
Leo stared at him. Do something to him? He remembered something his wife had told him. She had said take something somewhere if you wanted to remember something special. And so, Leo said âan elf. So I will always remember that visit.
Dasher nodded at him, looking satisfied.
âI’ll be back,â Dasher said and ran into the kitchen to be replaced by Noel and Preston.
âMy talent is to sing,â Noel said. “Preston is a violinist, since he’s speechless, he’ll play with my voice.” What song do you like?
Leo didn’t need to think long. His wife’s favorite Christmas song was Singing bells.
The elf started to sing and Leo sat there motionless, feeling that if he did, he would wake up from a dream. The voice was so clear and sounded like nothing Leo could describe and the violin suited him perfectly. When Noel and Preston finished, Leo stood up and clapped. Noel bowed, Preston blushed and they bounced around the kitchen. Claus was standing there before Leo could sit down. He was holding a book.
âMy talent is writing. I wrote you a book some time ago. These are the five elves who visited a lonely man in Windabarg Street, âsaid Claus who carried the book and climbed onto the chair, putting the book on his knees.
âThank you,â Leo said as he picked up the book.
Then Dasher entered the room with an elf sculpture. It was incredibly detailed and looked exactly like Calen.
Dasher displayed it on a low table in front of Leo’s couch. Then all the elves gathered in front of Leo and sang. Leo found himself singing with them. He found happiness in his heart. Joy. As the night faded, the songs continued. Leo fell asleep and woke up, finding the elves gone. He got up and wandered around his house, disappointed that they were gone.
It was a dream ?
But when he returned to the living room, there was the book and the engraving. Leo felt no pain or suffering for the little beings he had considered friends during the few hours he had known them. Just good luck that he met them and that he hoped they would come back next Christmas.
And they did, every year until Leo said goodbye to this Earth and moved on with his beloved wife.
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