“You better get going. You need to get your costumes. I told you not to wait too long. Now you’re late. Get going.” Mrs. Claus scolded them trying to hide her smile.
It was the day of Halloween, and they were, very much, running late. They decided they should take the sleigh to get to Alone as quickly as possible. There was still much to do. They not only had to pick out their costumes, but they also needed to map out the town and plan their door-to-door attack. Lots to do. So, they hitched up the sleigh and reindeer and flew off into the sky.
In Alone, they found the only store still open that sold costumes, Ames. It was a small town after all. They explored the store and discovered two problems. First, there were not many costumes left. Second, the costumes were for children, not for adults and definitely not for really big adults like Santa.
“What do we do?” asked Fizzle. “We have no costumes. I really wanted to be Igor.”
“We will figure it out Fizzle. We are from the North Pole. We are makers of toys. Surely, we can make our own costumes in a jiff. Can’t we?” Santa was trying to be positive, but he was struggling. After searching the store, they settled on their last-minute costumes. Santa, being a large man, bought a sheet and a Christmas wreath. He was going to be a Roman. A sheet for a Toga and a Christmas wreath for his head piece. The sheet was big enough to wrap around his body and it did look like toga with a little help from Fizzle wrapping and tucking.
Fizzle found ordinary clothes, jeans, a printed t-shirt of Ozzy, and a baseball cap that covered his pointy ears. He also found a skateboard that made his costume complete. A teenage skateboarder. Fizzle was not happy about his costume. He really wanted to be Igor. For an Elf, dressing up as a teenager is, in fact, a costume but it is not scary, even to an elf. Fizzle really wanted a scary costume. Santa, seeing Fizzle’s disappointment, assured him he looked amazing. He did not. They should have listened to Mrs. Claus.
“Oh no. We forgot the sack. We forgot the sack.” Fizzle exclaimed. He had been so excited to be using Santa’s sack that he used to deliver presents on Christmas. Can you imagine all the candy you could put in that sack? Gobs and gobs of candy. Enough candy to eat for a full year. Maybe two years.
“Well, we will just have to find another bag.” Santa said. “It’s not how much candy we get anyway. It’s being with the children. The trick-or-treating. Being outside breathing in the night air. Showing off our costumes.” He said with a little wiggle of his hips. “Seeing all the other costumes. That will be fun. Seeing all the costumes. Wont it Fizzle?”
They found two pillowcases to use as sacks and checked out. Santa sighed to himself. It wasn’t what they had wanted, but it would do. It was about the experience anyway. So off they went. The sun was going down and night was settling in. It was a beautiful night for trick-or-treating.