Santa's little helpers

Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas blog visitors. As you can perfectly see Bella and I are busy working like little elves, trying to facilitate the world's most magical Christmas event ever. Our first task is always to taste the chocolate-covered, peanut butter balls. It sounds like a daunting task, but it is a public service we perform gladly. And to be completely certain, we each need to eat about eight. At that point, we can safely say that everyone else can have one. It is also absolutely crucial that you wear the appropriate Santa's helper headgear -- bright red hats with protective white fluff around the sides with a warning ball on top -- or else you might run afoul with the NPWHSCC (for those who don't know government acronyms that would be North Pole Workers Health Safety and Compensation Commission).

There are times when I just need to motivate Bella, just a little bit. As you can see here, I'm whispering in her ear about how it is so vitally important we keep on task or else, heaven forbid, Santa turns to Izzie and allows her to become his favourite little helper, and we all know how disastrous that would turn out to be. My good friend Bella can be quite the industrious little girl, sometimes she just needs some inspiration, especially in the morning, she isn't a huge fan of mornings.

See, I told you all that once I convinced Bella that it was imperative that we start listening to Santa's orders she'd come around. All I had to do was reminder her how, the old bearded guy promised us that we could ride on his reindeer if we assembled all of his toys, installed the batteries and made sure none of the parts originated from any shady manufacturers. The last thing Santa needs at this stage of his career is a massive liability lawsuit for some toys he distributed down a chimney. There is nothing worth than needing to hire hordes of lawyers and public relations gurus to rehabilitate your image, especially when you are a rather rotund guy who lives alone far away from everyone else and is known for being a bit past his prime. That just spells trouble. So that's why Bella and I are here to make the best Christmas ever!