We love to skate in the North Pole. The elves’ favourite show is Dancing on Ice so we decided to celebrate Christmas week with a skating party!
We were having a lovely time, skating to our favourite Christmas songs, when a little elf called Bingham came flying suddenly towards me, panic on his face.
“I can’t stop, Santa,” he called as he banged into me and we both landed on the ice with a thump.
Oh no, I thought, as I felt a throbbing in my right ankle.
The elves all came running and Mrs Claus did her best to calm them down as she examined my ankle.
“I’m afraid it doesn’t look good, dear,” she warned as she wrapped up my foot. “Let’s let the doctor have a look.”
The elves helped me to my study where I propped up my leg and waited for the doctor to arrive.
Bingham stood by my side, looking sad.
“I’m so sorry, Santa,” he said miserably, with tears in his eyes.
“There, there, don’t cry,” I said kindly as I patted him on the head. “It was just an accident, and my ankle feels better already, I’m sure it’s fine.”
Luckily it was. The doctor says it’s just a sprain and I will be back on my feet by tomorrow. Phew!
I’m going to stay off the ice for a while though and Bingham is going to have some extra lessons in braking!
What an adventurous week we’re having.
See you all in four sleeps...
Love, Santa x