December 20
Dear diary,
Brrr! I can't remember when it's been this cold in the reindeer stables! Comet and Blitzen are the biggest complainers--huffing and snorting this morning when I came to muck out their stalls. (Hey, somebody has to do it--do you think all that soiled hay just magically disappears?)
See, the reindeer have to go outside when their stalls are being cleaned and when it's exceptionally cold, like today, they are NOT HAPPY. Yeah, it's the cold that makes your nostrils stick together when you breathe. Nothing that a nice hot cup of cocoa won't cure, though!
It took me a few hours to get all the stalls. Eight reindeer can make a lot of--oh yeah, Santa told me that I need to watch my tongue. Some elves have an easier time of it, but hey, we're only elves, right?
Lunch was. . .oh I forget, since I am writing this at the stroke of midnight. I think dinner was good but I'm too tired to remember that either.
Santa wants us up at the crack of dawn to double check the toy inventory--not a good thing to be one doll short! Good night, diary.
