Day 10 - Trees and Traps

Dear Santa,

I'm reporting in from house number JD11235813 to report on "Jack". He was a good boy today. He played well with one of his friends today. He also had his flu shot today along with his mom. He did so well in the doctor's office, and he was very brave. I am also happy to report that he hasn't hidden any more soiled pullups in his room.

Jack's dog, on the other hand, is another story. I witnessed first hand the atrocities she has committed against stuffed animals. I watched her pin down a little stuffed monkey and try to chew its eyes out. I also met a little bear who is missing his nose after a dog attack. No one deserves that kind of punishment, not even a Beanie Baby, which he was.

I attempted to detain the dog to protect the other stuffed animals. I found some old yarn in one of the closets, and tried to set up a snare. I also tried to use the rope to create a detainment area to hold the dog. Unfortunately, I tried to work on both at the same time, and I ended up getting a little confused.

Later that day, I tried to make contact with headquarters through the Tree, with no success. I made note of the measurements and made my calculations. It turns out, this model of Christmas Tree was defective, and tuned down to CB Radio frequencies, not Santa Radio frequencies. I'm not sure how they made that mistake. Thankfully, I was able to Google for the fix.

I climbed up the tree and found the "tuning pickle". As you are well aware, the pickle in the Christmas tree not just a fun for kids to look for on Christmas Day. It also works great as a bandpass filter for houses in the US where there's so much radio interference from computers and wi-fi networks. I was able to find a better position for it, but I nearly fell down the tree in the rprocess. I had to hold on for dear life until the family found me.

Overall, I'm holding up okay. I managed to find a small stash of lollipops that the parents use to placate Jack. However, I could use a good shipment of something yummy. An elf needs his strength, you know.

Eagerly counting down the days (15 left),

Trixie the elf.