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|Chani's Christmas Wish (standard:fairy tales, 2509 words)|
|Author: J.A. Aarntzen||Added: Oct 18 2005||Views/Reads: 3045/1703||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Four elves visit a sick young girl on Christmas Day.|
Chani's Christmas Wish Hum looked at his calendar. It had pictures of little furry bunny rabbits upon it. The tiny elf could not read but he did know one thing. All the dates on the calendar were printed in black ink. Except for one. That one was in bright red ink. Hum knew what the red meant. “It means Christmas Day!” He couldn't believe that it was finally coming up. At last, they were in the month of that magical day. It seemed that every year it took longer and longer to get to December. And getting to December was only half the battle. Once you get to that month, you have to get almost all of the way through it before it was at last Christmas Day. To the little elf getting through December took as long, if not longer, than getting through the rest of the year. He heard a noise behind him. He turned around and scanned about the room that he was in. All that he could see was the table cluttered with old pots and dishes and the chairs strewn with sweaters and scarves. The big potbelly woodstove sat in the corner like a king on his throne. Inside His Majesty, as Hum called the stove, a fire was burning. Hum decided that what he heard was a crackle of wood afire. The sound had to be that because there was nobody else in the room. Ho, Kiddo and Diddo had all gone to the Black Forest of Bavaria to visit with Nicholas, the baby that the elves had found in a snow bank five years earlier. Hum also was to have gone on that lengthy visit but something happened that made it impossible for him to go. The day before the elves were to depart, one of the Inuit children from the nearby summer village had gotten sick. The ailing child's father had come to the elves and asked if they could do something for this little girl. Like the good citizens that they were, all four of the elves attended to the sick little girl whose name was Chani. You did not have to be a doctor to realize that the little girl had the measles. There were red spots all over Chani's face and arms. At the time of this story, there were no drugs that you could take to help you get over the spots. All that you could do was suffer through them and know that in the end that the measles would go away and never come back to bother you again. This was the advice that Ho gave to the worried Inuit father whose name was Toenail Clippings. Inuit fathers always named their sons after the first thing that they see outside of their igloo after the child was born. Chani's father had nicely pedicured toes the day her father was born. “You mean that my child will not die of the spots!” Toenail Clippings cried out with tremendous joy. “Don't fool yourself,” Ho said. “Chani's a very sick girl and its not going to be a catwalk for her but in the end she will be as fit as a fiddle!” “I will stay here and make sure that all goes well for Chani,” Hum had volunteered. “There's no need for that Hum,” Ho replied. “You come along to Bavaria with us. Little Nicholas is looking forward to seeing you the most.” “That's right Hum,” Toenail Clippings agreed. “I trust what Ho says. If he says that Chani is going to be all right then I know that my little girl is going to be okay. There's no need for you to cancel your trip on her account. Go to Germany and see your little friend and say hello to him from the Inuit folk. I'm sure that he has a special place in his heart for us.” Click here to read the rest of this story (230 more lines)
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