After the gathering of the Distinguished Council of Holiday Keepers, Fizzle returned to the North Pole to play the role of the helpful little elf. He didn’t feel right sneaking behind Santa’s back, but he felt it had to be done to save Christmas.
While Fizzle was returning to the North Pole, another Holiday Keeper was having second thoughts: Seamus the Leprechaun. When he heard what had happened to Santa on Halloween night, he felt almost as angry as Santa. So, he decided to let Santa know what the Council was planning. He wrote a letter to Santa telling him what the Council was going to do. They planned to discover which potato fields Santa would visit and when he would arrive. Then they would smash the potatoes before he and his helpers could gather them. He wanted to give Santa a chance to outsmart the Council’s plans. Seamus was extra careful to not mention Fizzle and the other elves who had been at the Council meeting. He didn’t want to have Santa turn his anger toward them. The elves did mean well, after all.
Fizzle tried to get Santa to change his mind several times, but he was not successful.
“Santa, this isn’t right. There were only a few naughty kids throwing eggs. They didn’t know it was you,” Fizzle said to Santa.
“ALL the children were laughing. They all thought it was funny. And it doesn’t matter if they didn’t know it was me, they shouldn’t be throwing eggs and laughing no matter who was being picked on. It’s just not right. They deserve what they are getting,” Santa said.
Santa kept working on his potato plans.
He decided to use Thanksgiving to begin the great potato harvesting. It was the perfect day. While everyone would be at home preparing their Thanksgiving feasts, no one would notice Santa and his helpers running through the fields, scooping up potatoes.
Fizzle sent notes back to the Council Headquarters using his favorite reindeer, Prancer. Placing the notes under Prancer’s harness kept the secrets secret from prying eyes. He let the Council members know when and where Santa would begin gathering the potatoes. Fizzle started to think the potato smashing might be a good idea after all. If they could keep Santa from gathering potatoes in the very first field, he might give up on his plans. The Council had to make sure the first field smashing was a success.
Secrets are hard to keep though, aren’t they? As Thanksgiving approached, Seamus’ letter reached Santa. Santa was not surprised, and he didn’t care. He would go through with his plan. “No one can stop me. I am Santa. We will just be faster than those Council traitors,” he thought. “We will have all the potatoes picked before they even set foot on those fields. I will have my quickest elves and my magic sack. They don’t have a chance of stopping us.”