 Hello there, here I am again. This is Tim, and I'm going to tell you what the Christmas I had with Jump Jump. The little elf was only three inches tall. Yes, I've seen Jump Jump, and believe me, he really does jump up and down, backwards and forwards, and sideways. Why, he's hardly ever still. I'll tell you more about him. The holiday, sleepy, slim, the lion who slept all the way. Pachy Pachy, the clown who drove the wishing star. Jump Jump, the merry little elf, the poet who kept reciting. And oh, yes, myself, Tim. I'm not an elf or a clown or anything like that. I'm just a boy from New York on my way to see Santa Claus. I saw him, too, and I'll tell you all about him. Jump Jump, it is a pole, isn't it? Yes. How white everything looks, not a tree or a house inside. We should be able to see Santa's big red house playing as can be from here. Maybe it's under a snowdrift. That's why we can't see it. They might have had a blizzard up here, and it could have covered up Santa Claus' house with snow. No, that might explain why I didn't receive a message from Santa Claus. Hey, honey! Pachy Pachy, do you see that North Pole Pachy Pachy were here? Wishing I'd see it, and I wished so hard that I thought maybe it was a fig of my imagination. Don't you mean a figment of your imagination, Pachy Pachy? No, of course that's what I meant. But everyone knows what you mean when you say figment. So I might as well just go ahead and say fig and not waste my breath. Ha, ha, ha, ha. I don't see a sign of Santa Claus' house, though, down there, Merry Holiday. I don't either, Pachy Pachy. I don't either, Pachy Pachy. I don't either, Pachy Pachy. What's this? What's this tied around your middle, Jump Jump? It's Jump Jump's yarn harness, Pachy Pachy. I see. You've got Merry Holiday harness to you so that she won't run away, uh, Jump Jump. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Hi, Chief Proggly. No, no. He's wearing this little yarn harness so that he can't fall over the side again of the Wishing Star. He fell over once, you know. It was fortunate he tumbled into a cloud so that Tim was able to save him. I'm old Clown today. I'm an old Clown today, am I? Well, you're an old elf there. I'm old Clown today. Yes, yes, Poggy has white hair today. Yes, but I'm wearing the white hair to match the snowy landscape. Jump, jump. My small scrap of bounce. We'll have to wake Sleepy Slim and rouse the poet from his rhyming. Can you set the wishing star down beside the pole, Archie Parkland? Oh, as gently as a snowflake, Mary Hardy, as gently as a snowflake. Well, I was so excited to see the North Pole, I almost fell out of the wishing star myself. That wasn't a sign of a house for miles, even after the wishing star had come to rest on the hard snow. Here's a fleece-lined jacket you'll need it. Thank you, Mary Holiday. And jump, jump. Here's your ski suit and your red sweater. I've just finished it. Now jump, jump. Say it again, slowly. I'm glad you think it's pretty. Jump, jump. And you're welcome. Oh, there it just fits. And here are your paperclip skis. Now be careful now, jump, jump. And don't go too far away. You can see him plainly enough with that red sweater on. He looks like a tiny red ball bouncing on a white sheet. Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on, Sleepy Slim, wake up. Oh, that lion would sleep through anything. We're at the North Pole, Sleepy Slim. Wake up, wake up. He's no good, Archie Parkland. He won't wake up till he's ready. He's just a sleepy lion. Oh, of course, of course, of course. That's why he's always called a lion. Yes, because he's always lioned out. Oh, I told you. Oh, Archie Parkland. In fact, he's a lion even when he's standing up, which isn't often. Oh, Archie Parkland, you're silly. Well, as a famous man once said, thank you, my friend, thank you. But where is Santa's house? Oh, that's what's bothering me, Archie Parkland. You know, it can't be covered with snow. I don't see any big snow clouds. I don't see any big snow griff nearby. And the house is just a few steps from the North Pole. Oh, look, what's Jump Jump doing? Is that someone with him? It looks like someone in a white fur coat. Let's go and see who it is, Mary Halliday. Yes, yes. Jump, jump. That's not someone in a white fur coat at all. It's as if we could pour Jump Jump, but the big white bear didn't seem to be hurting the tiny little male. And blinking at the stalk of bright red hair didn't stick solid Jump Jump's point of doubt. Are you all right, Jump Jump? Are you all right? What is he saying, Jump Jump? What's the bear saying? Well, it's not the North Pole at all. Just a barber pole. Now that you mention it, it doesn't look like a barber pole with those red and white stripes. Well, of course, of course. I wondered what was strange about it. And that explains why we couldn't find Santa Claus's house. Oh, this isn't the North Pole at all. Oh, come on, Jump Jump. Hurry. Oh, excuse us, Mr. Bear. But we do have to hurry back to our wishing star, for we're looking for the North Pole and Santa Claus. Let's hurry. We'll have to fly on farther north, Archie Pogli. The real pole can't be far from here. I wonder what that bear wants a barber pole for. Tim, I'm surprised that you didn't guess that, because he's a polar bear. Oh, Archie Pogli. Well, here we are. Here we are. Climb in now, as a famous man once said, whoa. A few minutes before I swished along with him. But it wasn't long before we looked and saw the real North Pole. And there was a big, rambling red house beside it, and a barn with the words Merry Christmas written on the roof. We knew it must be the right pole this time. Jump Jump almost jumped out of his wedding with excitement, shivering constantly as we alighted on the snow. He was the first one out. Merry is always with us here, merry holiday. Oh, that's right. I forgot. It's always Christmas here, Tim. Well, maybe he's in a workshop. He's usually so busy at this time of the year. Look at Jump Jump. He's waiting for the Christmas tree. Look at Jump Jump. He's waiting at the workshop door for us. My, what a big place. It looks like a factory. What has to be big, Tim? Think of all the thousands of toys that are made here each year. But my, it's quiet. Usually, there's a sound of hammers and saws. Knock on the door, please, Tim. I'll peek through the window. Mm, mm, why? It's empty. Empty, Auntie Papa. Yes, there's none in there, except rows and rows of toys. And they're lying quiet and still. Santa isn't in the workshop, merry holiday. Oh, oh, well, let's go back to the house. Maybe he's resting. Well, I tell you, I started to feel strange. It was so quiet. We knocked on the front door. No answer. We knocked on the side door. No answer. We knocked at the back door. We looked at each other, and suddenly we heard someone calling out from the barn. Oh! Not in the barn with the reindeer. Well, yes, Santa did the barn with the reindeer. Come on, let's hurry. Come on, Tim. We hurried as fast as we could down to the barn. And there in the stable was Santa Claus. As soon as he saw merry holiday, Santa gave a warm welcomey smile and held out his hand to her. Hello, Santa Claus. Oh, hello, merry holiday. I'm glad I am to see you. How very, very glad I am to see you. Something has happened. I'm afraid there'll be no Christmas for the children this year. No Christmas? No Christmas? No Christmas. What do you think of that? That's what Santa Claus said. And that was the beginning of my most exciting adventure with Jump, Jump of Holiday House. Because we were going to have a lot of things happen to us before Christmas could be saved for the boys and girls everywhere. We were going to meet the ice queen. We were going to be taken prisoner by the snow elves. And we were going to be trapped in the pleasure palace. Be sure to listen next Monday, won't you? And I'll tell you more about our Christmas adventure with Jump, Jump of Holiday House.