Letters to Santa

The kids have heard that if you write a letter to Santa Claus, he'll bring you presents.


Aniara: I wrote that I want a new dress. What did you write?

Umbriel: I asked for funky shoes.

Aniara: Do you think Santa knows what funky shoes look like?


Umbriel: I've drawn a picture. Look!



Caliban arrives on the scene with Apina Kapina.

Aniara: Caliban wants to write a letter to Santa, too.

Umbriel: He can't write. Caliban, tell what you want, and I'll write it down for you.

Caliban: Olio!

Umbriel: Ollie-O? What is that?

Aniara: I'll give him a pencil, maybe he can draw it.


Umbriel: Oh yes, he's drawing something. I wonder what an Ollie-O looks like.


Caliban: Olio!

Umbriel: OK, I'll sign this for you. I hope Santa can figure this out...

Here's the olio Caliban drew.



Aniara: How do we mail these letters? We don't have any stamps.

Haitula: Never fear, help is near. I'll send these via Brownie Post. It is fast, Santa will get them in good time. And I've written all your names down in my list of good children. I'm pretty sure Santa will bring you what you want.

Caliban: Olio?

Haitula: I'm pretty sure Santa will bring you an olio. The Brownies are very good at making anything. If your specifications are accurate enough, you'll get your olio.


Will the letters reach Santa in time?
Is Haitula a real Christmas Brownie or is he just pretending?
Will the children get what they wish for?
And what is an olio?
To be continued...

Baking Day

According to Mr. Organizer the kitchen is supposed to be doll free zone. But it looks like someone sneaked in when it was time to bake some goodies for Christmas.


Haitula: Mmmmmm... green cherries. I think I'll sample a few.

Outsider: Leave those alone! They are needed for the fruit cake.

Haitula finds a safer spot for a while...

Haitula: I'll control the radio, then. I've tuned it to the Classical Music Station...

But Haitula did not stay out of trouble for long...

Haitula: May I control the machine?

Outsider: Definitely not! You are way too small. It's far too dangerous. Go back to the radio. And change the station, the music has stopped and they are explaining something that sounds boring.

Haitula: OK. Hey, I found a station that is sending children's program and they are playing Christmal Carols. This is suitable background music for Christmas baking.

But Haitula was determined to help...

Haitula: I'm big enough to sift in the cocoa powder...


Haitula: The mix is ready to go into the tin. Mmmm... it looks good. I wonder if I can pick out a piece of cherry...

Outsider: Get out of there! You don't want to fall in and end into being baked into the cake.


Haitula: Oh, goodie, now the cake is in the oven and I can lick the bowls.


Haitula: Others have watched papier mache dry or grass grow. But I'm wathing the cake bake. This is more interesting, it only takes about an hour.

But as some cookies were baked in the mean time, Haitula was determined to help again...

Haitula: I'll sprinkle the coconut flakes on the cookies...

Outsider: You are sprinkling them all over the place...

Inspite of all Haitulas attempts to help the goodies were finally ready and had cooled enough for tasting.

Haitula: Mmmmm.. that looks and smells good. May I eat the whole piece of cake?

Outsider: Of course not. It is bigger than you, you would burst!

Haitula: Uh, at least a small piece.... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... this is good. I was a good helper, wasn't I?

Haitula

One day last spring Mikko met a very small person.


Mikko: Who are you? And why are you so small?

Haitula: My name is Haitula and I am small because I am a fairy.


Mikko: But your ears are round. And you don't have wings. You don't look like a fairy.

Haitula. Actually I'm only half fairy. And half troll or pixie of elf or leprechaun or goblin or... whatever. I'm not sure.


Naks: You don't look like a troll. Your nose is too small, and your hair does not stand up.

Niks: And your mouth is not big enough. Maybe you are half Zumikloxian.


Zoid: Dkjdfkdjf fjjkgfdg otioerktlkrkg fkjgdjgkfjg dkfjdksfj.

Niks: Zoid says you don't look like a Zumikloxian either.

Mikko: It does not matter what you are. You can be my friend anyway.

Haitula: Can Fafner be your friend, too?

Mikko: Who is Fafner?


Haitula: This is Fafner. He is my pet dragon.

Mikko: Cool. Does he breathe fire?

Haitula: No, he is a cold dragon. He breathes ice crystals.

Mikko: Gee, then he is a cool dragon.

Niks: If our deep freeze breaks down, we can let him breathe on the food to keep it cold.

Naks: You think about nothing but food!

Zeon: Hjdhsafoim dklfjlkrfj dkfrfkjrfj?

Niks: OK, Zeon, we'll go find some honey puffs. They are not in the deep freeze anyway.