Whole loads of snow fell up here on Santa’s Secret City at the North Pole. The snowflakes floated gently on the breeze, landing wherever the wind took them. One of them chose to land right on Martha’s nose, who giggled and tried to lick it off. Lick! Slurp! “Oh come on, slow coach!” Darfo waved…
WHIZZ! WHIZZ! WHIZZ! The elves, Butterflies, Santa and Mrs Claus shot around the frozen secret lake in Santa’s Secret City at the North Pole. Snowflakes were dancing through the air, being wafted around by the ice skaters. Countless torch flames created a romantic atmosphere at the lake’s edge. The Christmas Elves’ Philharmonic played Christmas carols…
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Snowballs were whizzing through the air in Santa’s Secret City here at the North Pole. Zing, zing, zing! Martha ducked and ran zigzags beneath the oncoming masses of snow, delivering new snow ammunition to her brave team. They were standing on the north-east tower of Snowball Fight Castle, bombarding their attackers like…
A golden comet fell from the sky, shining brighter than the sea of stars. A little more snow fell and covered Santa’s Secret City like a layer of icing sugar. Martha and Darfo cuddled up together. They’d finished work for the day and the factory was closed. “Hee, hee, hee!” giggled the two elves cuddling…
Complete and utter silence… The working day was done. Peace and quiet reigned in Santa’s Secret City up at the North Pole. Snowmen with wings were dotted all over the place, and the butterflies and elves had built a castle for having snowball fights in. Father Christmas was sitting in his rocking chair on the…
The sweet smell of candy floss, biscuits and sherry wafted around Santa’s Secret City at the North Pole. The whole place was buzzing with activity. The elves dashed about frantically and the reindeer were galloping around a specially built snow test track. The phoenix and the electric blue fireflies were making ice sculptures by melting…
The darkness of night was broken by the perfect glow of golden, twinkling stars. Softly fell the snow. Father Christmas was sat on the veranda after work, creaking to and fro in his rocking chair and enjoying a nice cup of hot honey with a hint of tea. The phoenix had settled down in Santa’s…
The snow fell softly on Santa’s Secret City at the North Pole. The odd silhouette flitted from door to door in the darkness. Indoors, the whole place was a hive of activity. Butterfly boys Johnny and Darfo held their ears to the wooden door: Bang, bang! Clunk, clunk! Hammer, hammer! “This is where the girls’…
