Sleigh bells....AKA 'We might get there by Christmas!'

"I know, I know" he said, "But I can't go without my pants on!"

"Third shelf down on the left" replied Loomy with a resigned sigh.

"Woo - hoo!" said Banjo as he pulled on the green velvet pantaloons. "Now, I just need my jacket, scarf, hat and gloves and I'm Good to go!"

Loomy shook her head in mock sadness. Then she buzzed down from her miniature house on the top shelf and found Banjo's missing garments in an instant.

"Thanks again Stinkerb..."

"GET GOING!" the fairy's booming voice far outweighed her miniscule frame and Banjo nearly fell backwards out of the closet in surprise.

"I'm going already!" he shrugged and complained...It's funny how elves slipped into a psuedo- New York accent when under pressure...! Although he had long thought Woody Allen's mother had been more than a passing friend to one of the wee folk!

The sound of a busy work-force now echoed through his cabin. The other elves were already hard at work.

"Get going Banjo" she repeated, now less severely. She didn't want him to trip over his bottom lip on the way out...

He finished dressing as he ran towards sleigh loading shed 22B.

Oh no, the sleigh was already fully loaded with sacks full of presents ready to be delivered.

Now he definately would be in bother!

As Banjo started down the snow covered slope towards the launching ramp, he could see something was wrong.

Santa had a face like someone had just made him a snowman out of yellow snow!

The sled was stuck! Ol' Chris Cringle was waving his arms around and yelling stuff to all the surrounding helpers.

Sometimes, the old mince pie muncher wasn't as quite as jovial as his public thought he was! It was more like - NO-ho-ho!

Yep, old snow beard was bouncing up and down on the sleigh seat, trying to move it, but it was stuck fast.