Nearby, Santa and his elves were roaming through the woods looking for one of the reindeer who had wandered away from the barn (Dasher was always getting out), and heard Little Red's call.
Hurrying as fast as his jolly legs would let him, and calling to the elves, they all ran toward the igloo. Santa tripped the bear as he ran by and when he fell, the elves piled on top of him, holding down his paws and face into the snow. (And you'd be surprised how heavy that many elves can be!)
Santa grabbed the bear's head by his ears, and lifting his face, told him to spit out Grandma, who, though she was frazzled, was still in one piece.
"Oh, Grandma, I was so scared!" sobbed Little Red. "I didn't know what had happened to you, and I don't know what would have happened to me if Santa hadn't appeared with the elves!"
"There, there, my darling," said her Grandmother. "It's all worked out just fine. Let's just be grateful they were nearby and you shouted loud enough to get their attention!"
Santa, in his kind, gentle way, came over to comfort Little Red, then took the polar bear by the paw and sent him back into the woods, warning him that this year he would not be on the "good" list. Then, he, the elves, Little Red and her Grandmother walked into the igloo and shared happy stories and Christmas carols while munching on sugar cookies, candy canes and hot chocolate (with marshmallows, of course).
Scottish Warrior Princess: AOIFE
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