 As you all know, my name is Tim and I left my home at the orphanage to go and see Santa Claus. On the way I met Jump Jump, a little elf only three inches tall. I think you'll be excited by what happens today in our adventure with Jump Jump of Holiday House. Things were getting pretty exciting for Merry Holiday. Jump Jump, Archie Pogli, the poet, and Sleepy Slim and myself up at the North Pole. The selfish ice queen, who had already stolen Santa's reindeer, had just whizzed down out of the sky and flown off with a wishing star, which had been the only way we had to ride back to Santa's house. Now what would we do? If you were suddenly out in the vast snow-covered land without a house or a sign of a road in any direction, what would you do? I'll tell you what we did in just a minute. It's so cold, my hair is shivering. Jump up and down. Jump, you say, like you, I suppose. Wow, jump, jump, up and down. All right, I'll try anything once. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Up and down, up and down, up and down. I never knew it was so hard to talk while you're jumping up and down. Neither do you talk at the same time. You're for him, but it isn't for me. I understand better now why Jump-Jump talks so funny. I don't see how sleepy Slim can sleep with you jumping up and down on him, Jump-Jump, unless it's keeping him warm. It sure is a good way to keep warm, though. I'm starting to feel like a rubber ball myself. Oh, Jump-Jump, I'm afraid I just can't jump anymore. You know, we ought to start looking for our way back to Santa Claus house without the wishing star. If only the ice cream hadn't taken it away. Do you think she'll come back? Tim, for a nice, healthy, good-looking boy, you do have the most unpleasant ideas. Oh, I'm too tired to jump one single more time. We'll just have to find some other way of keeping warm. We only had a fire to take the chill out of our bones. But we have no matches and no wood. I think I know where we could find some wood. As for matches, let me think. Ah, as a great man once said, Eureka! Eureka! What does that mean? Can you rise from backwards? No. What does it mean? Eureka means I've got an idea. Eureka means I've got an idea. All right. What's your idea, Chupagli? You carve things from wood, don't you, Timmy Boy? Yes. And when Jump-Jump touches them, they come to life, so to speak. Yes. Suppose you were to carve a match. A match? And then have Jump-Jump touch it? Yes, that'll work. I have some balls to win my pocket. But what about wood for the fire, Archipagli? As a great man once said, Mary Holiday, Never do today what it takes a rolling moss to throw stones at tomorrow and vice versa. It doesn't take a minute to carve a matchstick. Gee, I hope it works. Oh, sorry, Archipagli. That's fine. Now, Jump-Jump, my lepaceous leprechaun, Dane to endow this immobile portion of tree bone with your magic touch. In plain words, touch it. Oh, he did it. It did it. It's a match. Look. Yes. Look, everybody, the wooden match has turned into a real match. Yes. Now, Archipagli, what should we do for wood? Because we mustn't strike the match till we find some wood. Elementary, my dear Mary Holiday. As the boys said who went to school, elementary. Now, sleepy Slim the lion is fast asleep as usual. Do you see what he's sleeping on? Yes, his bed. He brought it up with him in the wishing star. Well, he'll never miss it in his dreams. I'm going to shove him off of it gently. Gently. Now, you see, he never even woke up. Now, this is made of nice dry wood. I'm not sure that we ought to, but we do need a fire. All right, split it up. Yes. We have some kindling now. I'll have a match. One. We need a match, Jump Jump. Hope everybody, hope it will light. I'm hoping. We're hoping. I'm sure glad sleepy Slim brought along his wooden bed. I hope sleepy Slim will feel the same way when he wakes up. Oh, now, as soon as we're all nice and warm again, I think we'd better move on a bit and try to find our way back to the North Pole. I do wish the poet would come back. He's probably making a poem about a snowdrift that he's found somewhere. Merry holiday. I've been thinking. Oh, you poor boy. It doesn't hurt. Speak for yourself, Archie Potter. Oh, I'm wounded, mortally wounded. As a famous man once said, Ouch! What is your idea, Tim? I was thinking, since we've come this far, why not push on from here and try to get the ice cream's frozen country from here? Then we could rescue the reindeer and ride them back to Santa's house. But Tim, you saw how powerful the ice cream is. I don't like the ice cream. I'm not afraid. Oh, Jump Jump. Jump Jump. You've as much courage as a giant. Say, you know what? What? I'm hungry. What did you expect me to say? We're all hungry. Well, it works on rocking chairs and scooters and matches. Jump Jump's health magic might work on food, too. Don't you think so, Jump Jump? Oh, don't you? I'm to see you carve a bowl of soup. I'll take chicken noodle. Oh, I wouldn't carve soup by cheap ugly, but I can carve an apple or cookie. I'll carve a cookie, Tim. Well, I'll try. There's the cookie circle now. It's a bit lumpy, but... It looks like a good cookie, Tim. Here. There's another one. And here's another one. And now I'll try an apple. Here, Jump Jump. Jump Jump. Touch them. Touch them and change them. Bring them to life. Now? Of course. Now. I'll try an apple. Yes, yes, yes. And you know, it tastes just like a cookie. Doesn't it, Jump Jump? Wow. Wow. How nice. They're kind of small, but I don't have much wood left. Merry holiday. What are all of those colors in the sky? Why, they look like the colors of my hair. They aren't clouds. Oh, those are called northern lights, Archie Pogli. They're beautiful. All colors leaping up into the sky like rainbow flames. They seem to be getting brighter. You know, I don't like this, Merry holiday. It's getting more colorful here than a carnival on Saturday night. See how the colors are reflected on the snow? Isn't it beautiful? Merry holiday. I didn't hear anything. There it is again. Yes, I hear it now. It sounds like music. Oh, it sounds like that old ice queen again. I'm going to hide. I'm going to jump behind a snowflake or something. I'm afraid. I never saw one like the ice queen. It's a sweet sound. Yes. Yes, like the wind playing on a harp. Oh, Tim. Tim, look at the color. The colors have filled the whole sky. Even the snow is colored like a rainbow. Somebody's coming, Merry holiday. Something or someone has come and poured us out of the colors, Merry holiday. Yes, somebody's coming. But I don't feel frightened or anything like that. They are with great silvery wings. Oh, see, Jump-Jump? He looks like the Christmas angel doll that we had in our Christmas tree last year. I know who she is, Merry holiday. I know who she is. Oh, Jump-Jump. The spirit of Christmas. Oh, you must be right, Jump-Jump. The spirit of Christmas. Listen, she's speaking to us, but I can't understand her. I can't understand her either. Wait. Wait, I think I can. Yes, yes, I can. The spirit of Christmas says she can't save Christmas because she only lives in the human heart. The people who want Christmas must save it. We do, Merry holiday, we do. And the Christmas spirit will guide us and protect us from danger. But it is our faith in the meaning of Christmas that will conquer the selfishness and melt the cold heart of the ice cream. Jump-Jump, the colors are fading. The fairy is going away. Well, I can see now her silvery wings blending into the stars. She smiled at me. She smiled on all of us, Jump-Jump. That means, of course, that we can go on. Me too. But, Merry holiday, how about Jump-Jump going? Didn't the Christmas spirit say that only humans could go and save Christmas? I know. Of course, Jump-Jump may go too. Aren't you Pogli? You don't need to be scared anymore. The Christmas fairy is watching over us. That's how we first saw the spirit of Christmas. The beautiful, good fairy who works through the love and kindness that people show toward one another. We started our trip to the ice queen's country. A lot of exciting things happened to us. Remember to come back and meet me here again Monday at this time. Goodbye!