Morf Makes Good
A Christmas Story to Color
by Terry L. White

It was the night before the night before Christmas; the busiest day of all at the North Pole.  

    Santa was in a state — as usual.

    Nothing was going right.  His elves were moving so slowly Santa just knew they would never get everything done in time for Christmas Eve.  

    Why, it was less than  a day until he would have to pack up his sleigh and fly off to deliver all those presents.  

    To top it all off, Santa was understaffed.

    “Morf!”  Santa hollered.  “Where’s Morf?”

    The busy elves looked up from their work.  One of them shook his head and muttered.  The bell on his elfin cap tinkled sadly.

    “You might have known Morf would come up missing just when we need him the most.”

    “Yeah.”  Rat-a-tat agreed.  He spent his time trimming big blue drums with bright red stripes.  “He’s probably taking a nap somewhere.”

    Morf was a sleeper, you see.