 My name is Tim and I have met Jump Jump, a little elf only three inches tall, who jumps all the time and sometimes talks too fast for me to understand. I went to the North Pole with Jump Jump and we saved Christmas. Jump Jump and I, with Mary Holiday, Archie Poggle the Clown, Sleepy Slim the Lion and the Poet, had gone to the North Pole to help Santa Claus, whose reindeer were kidnapped by the Ice Queen. Without the reindeer, there could be no Christmas. Santa Claus took us to his workshop to show us all the work he had done. And while we were there, he showed us the funny dolls from Holiday House. But Jump Jump wasn't jumping around happy as usual. I'll explain why he was sad in just a minute. Shop of Santa Claus's, trains, drums, and toy trumpets, and dolls by the thousands. The funniest dolls of all, were the dolls that looked like us, or rather like Archie Poggle, Sleepy Slim, and Jump Jump. There were Jump Jump dolls dressed in green jumpers and red jumpers and pink and blue and yellow. And there were Jump Jump dolls just everywhere, but Jump Jump wasn't satisfied. His face was almost a half an inch long and that's a very long face for a three inch elf. Why, Jump Jump, you do have a doll. You have hundreds of them. Jump Jump, look! Santa has made shelf after shelf of Jump Jump dolls. Look, here you are dressed like a cowboy. And over here, like an angel on top of a Christmas tree. Yes, and here you're dressed like Santa Claus himself. Why, you have more dolls like you than anybody, Jump Jump. No. No? What do you mean no? A doll for you? He means a doll for him to play with, Merry Holiday. Oh, a doll for you to play with, Jump Jump. I see. Do you have a sister to play with, Jump Jump? Would you like a sister doll, Jump Jump? It would be nice for Jump Jump to have a sister doll to play with, Merry Holiday. Everybody else at Holiday House is so big. After suffer, we all sat down together and to decide how we were going to get the Ice Creams Palace. We had to rescue the reindeer, even if it meant crossing through the circle of blue fire, which turns everybody into ice. Sleepy Slim was asleep, of course, and Jump Jump fell asleep, too, on Santa's fur collar. In Merry Holiday, the poet, Archie Pogli and Santa Claus talked. I took a piece of wood from the wood box and began to carve a tiny little girl doll, just three inches tall. Tim, what are you whittling? Merry Holiday. I thought I'd carve a sister doll for Jump Jump and give it to him for Christmas. Oh, Tim, that's a wonderful idea. And when you finished her, I'll dress her. Oh, would he be surprised Christmas morning? We'd better not wait until Christmas to give it to him, Merry Holiday. Unless we save the reindeer soon, there'll be no Christmas. Oh, that's right. We'll find a way, Tim. Or we'll find a way. It didn't take long to finish the little doll for Jump Jump. And after the others had gone to bed, Merry Holiday painted in the eyes, gave her a tiny red mouth and rosy cheeks. She had red hair just like Jump Jump, and she wore a little jumper dress. There she is. Oh, Tim, she's ever so sweet, don't you think? Yes, ma'am. I do. I sure hope Jump Jump will like her. She looks just like him. Oh, Tim, I know Jump Jump will love her. I know he will. Oh, you're sleepy, Tim. Why don't you pop right into that bunk bed over there where Archie Pogli and the poet are already dreaming away? There's a ladder. You'll have to climb to the top bunk, do you mind? Not at all. I like it. I always sleep on the top bunk at home in the orphanage. Good night, Tim. Good night, Merry Holiday. And then the next thing I knew was... Oh, it's morning already. Oh, hi, Jump Jump. Are you up already? Oh, you're jumping up and down like a ball, and right on the table where we left your little doll. Oh, you're jumping so fast, your head has popped off like a cork out of a bottle. Wait a minute, Jump Jump. I'll climb down this ladder and get dressed. So you found your doll, Jump Jump. Do you like your little sister doll, Jump Jump? You're so excited, you begin to talk off-talk again. Hey, hey, Jump Jump, don't wake up Archie Pogli. No, don't come down from that bed, Paul. Do you think it's a fireman's, Paul? Oh, now you're jumping up and down... Wake up, you say? Is it today? Oh, my, oh, my, it's Jump Jump's, Brian. I'm sorry he woke you up, Paul. He's excited, I guess. Well, what's happened now? What's all the row? I'm so happy. I'm so glad. I'm so glad that you aren't sad. I'm not a sister. What? You've got a sister? She looks like me. She looks like me? No, like me. Oh, like thee. Good morning, everyone. Good morning. Good morning, Mary. Jump's awake. Oh, my, wow. Yes, see your doll. I see her. Do you like her? Wow. Do you know who made the doll for you, Jump Jump? Uh-uh. No, no, not Santa Claus. No, not I. Tim made it for you, Jump Jump. That's right. Oh, thank you. You're welcome, Jump Jump. Oh, he's trying to hug me. Come, Jump Jump. Show me your doll. I haven't seen your playmate at all. She won't talk to me, Mary Holiday. Your doll won't talk because she is a doll, Jump Jump. Only baby dolls talk. They cry mama. Your doll's a sister doll. My doll is a sister doll. That's right. See, what are you going to name her, Jump Jump? Love me. Alice? No. How about June? It rhymes with moon. How about Betty? Or Louise? Jennifer? Now, there's a name to bring her fame. A poem I feel would now appeal to honor her. Miss Jennifer? Oh, Tim. Do you think you and the poet and Jennifer can keep Jump Jump entertained in here this morning? We'll let Santa Claus sleep. All he can. He needs it for he's worried. Oh, sure we can. See, Mary Holiday, why couldn't we go to the Ice Cream's Palace? In the Wishing Star. And then maybe... And what, Tim? Remember, Santa told us nothing can get through to where the reindeer are imprisoned because of the ring of blue fire. Not even good wishes? Tim, sometimes good wishes have to be accompanied by good deeds in order to work against the power of selfishness. But we'll ask Santa about your idea when he wakes up. He went out the door and I turned around to help the poet look out for Jump Jump. There that little elf was up on his shelf, tugging at one of the toy trumpets. He wanted to show it to Jennifer, I guess. Let me help you, Jump Jump! I cannot help him at this time. I'm very busy with a rhyme. What will Jennifer think of you? I have it now. I'll take a bow. It's just the time to hear a rhyme. A rhyme about Jump Jump, sister doll poet? Yes. This is Jennifer, little Jennifer, and she's come to play with you. She is Bert and she's gay, and you'll want her to stay when you meet Miss Jennifer. What did you want? Just three inches high, but oh, me, oh, my, what a sweetheart and you will prefer. Her two dolls that are smaller or dolls that are taller than dear Miss Jennifer. Why, Port, you made a song of it. Nobody knows a better composer. Look at Jump Jump topping back and forth in that toy xylophone. It's the tune you were singing, Port. Did I hear music? Oh, yes, the Port has made a song for Jennifer. Oh, oh, is it pretty? Oh, sing it, Jump Jump. This is Jennifer, little Jennifer, and she's come to play with you. She is Bert and she's gay, and I want Miss Jennifer. In only a few hours later, we would be leaving Santa's Worship and hurrying through the ice and snow. Yes, we'd be starting a long, exciting journey to the Ice Queen's Palace. A bit sooner than we had expected. Meet me here again tomorrow, and I'll tell you why.