The One Where Santa Loses His CapOn Christmas Eve, an hour before midnight, the elves in Santa's workshop were busy readying the sleigh for his big journey. A dozen of them were in charge of feeding and bathing the reindeer, while others cleaned the sleigh and filled it with presents. After months of creating toy trains, teddy bears, magic eight balls, and doll houses, the elves were finally free; they operated in a relaxed manner, dancing as they worked, singing Christmas carols, and munching on cookies baked lovingly by Mrs. Claus.
The cheerful atmosphere was shattered when, all of a sudden, a siren went off and red lights began flashing all over the workshop, sending everyone in a frenzy.
"What's going on?" Mrs. Claus shouted over the din worriedly.
From somewhere up ahead, a shrill voice answered, "Santa can't find his cap!"
"Seriously!" exclaimed Mrs. Claus exasperatedly.
While everyone else divided into groups and rushed off in different directions to look for the lost article, Mrs. Claus headed straight for their personal chambers. Her husband was crazy if he was having a freak out over one little cap.
"Wifey," cried a relieved Santa when she burst through the door moments later. "You found my cap?"
She shook her head and his face fell. She knew his attire was important to him and he wore it on Christmas every year, but raising workshop-wide panic over it was a little too much. He probably didn't want the children to see how totally bald he was.
"Did you look in the closet?" Mrs. Claus asked him calmly.
"In the bathroom, under the bed…?" she prodded, knowing how bad Santa was at searching for lost things.
Santa wrung his hands and hopped on the balls on his feet. "I checked everywhere, I swear! It's not here." He was already dressed in his Santa suit, ready to leave at the first stroke of midnight.
Mrs. Claus looked around with sharp eyes and spotted a flash of red in the corner. "Are you sure?"
Santa stared at her with wide, innocent eyes. "Yes. I think…?"
Mrs. Claus rolled her eyes. "Then, what's that under your pillow?"
"Wha—oh!" He spun around and swiped the cap from under his pillow. "I found it! I found it! I found—" His delighted yelp died at the look on Mrs. Claus' face. "I mean, uh, YOU found it, of course. I just… well, I… sorry?" he mumbled sheepishly.
Mrs. Claus sighed and shook her head with exasperated fondness before stepping out and hollering over the balcony, "We found it! Now, for heaven's sake, stop this maddening siren!"
A beat later, silence reigned over the workshop and Santa came over to hug Mrs. Claus.
"What would I do without you?"
"Crash and burn," said Mrs. Claus teasingly. "Now go make some kids happy."
Everyone remembered that fateful Christmas Eve for years to come.
And Mrs. Claus had a dozen other caps knitted for when Santa actually lost his one and only beloved cap.
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