Santa's Lost Mailbag

     The snowflakes floated gracefully to earth covering Christmas Town with its magical white crystals.  It was mid-evening on Christmas Eve at the North Pole and most youngsters awaiting a visit from Santa Claus were asleep in their beds.

     But three little bunnies named Fancy, Fuzzy and Fizzle were too excited to sleep.  Quietly squealing with delight, they jumped high in the air and chased each other's fluffy bunny tail.  They ran around and around leaving a trail of bunny prints in the freshly fallen snow.

     Fancy chased Fuzzy and Fuzzy chased Fizzle in and out through the brush.  Then suddenly Fizzle ran head first into something big and lumpy hidden beneath a holly branch.

     "Ouch!" Fizzle shouted.

     Then Fuzzy ran into Fizzle.  "Ouch!" he yelled.

     And Fancy ran into Fuzzy.  "Ouch!  Ouch!"  he screamed as all three bunnies collided into one another.

     "What is it?"  Fuzzy asked while rubbing the lump forming on his head.

     "Yes, what is it?"  Fizzle asked while rubbing his head too.

     "I don't know," Fancy told them.  "Let's find out."

     Fancy brushed some of the snow off of the lumpy gray bundle to see what was written across it.  "What does it say?  What does it say?"  Fancy's two younger brothers asked excitedly.

     "It says, SANTA'S MAIL BAG," Fancy explained as he pointed to each word.

     "But how did it get here?"  Fizzle asked.

     "I don't know," Fancy replied.

     Fuzzy's eyes widened.  "If this is one of Santa's, that means it's filled with letters from all over the world.  Gosh, I hope our letters aren't in there...'cause that would mean Santa never got them and he won't know what to bring us for Christmas."

     "Santa won't know what to bring any of these children for Christmas," Fancy added.

     "No toys on Christmas morning?  That's awful!"  Fizzle exclaimed.

     Fizzle suddenly whistled through his teeth, held his bunny paw up in the air, waved it back and forth and shifted from foot to foot in excitement.  Then he shouted, "I've got it!  I've got it!"

     "I'm almost afraid to ask, but...you've got what?"  Fancy hesitantly asked.

     "We can take these letters to Santa before he leaves tonight,"  Fizzle explained.

     "We're supposed to be asleep in bed right now.  Do you know what Mom would do to us if she knew we were out here, let alone taking a trip the Christmas Castle?"  Fancy refreshed their memories.