Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to all!! Mr. and Mrs. Claus and the elbes hab been working hard in the toyshop to get the toys ready for the Big Sleigh Ride. The time is here…and we wish you all a wonderful day full ob good snacks, friends, family and lub! We lub you all SO MUCH!!

If you hab been habbing a hard time dis season or don’t like Christmas, you can come hab dinner wiff us if you don’t mind the cold at the Norff Pole, but if you bring somefing wiff you like stuffing or pie, just don’t put any raisins in it, ok!?

Merry Christmas!!

Fanks to Wink and Pocket, our sisters (from Rats Have Feelings Too) who came to the Norff Pole to join in on the fun as Mrs. Claus (Wink) and Pocket as our offishul Etch-A-Sketch inspektor. We lub our big family reunions!!

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Making my list, and checking it twice. You know the drill…

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Sadly, only a few days remain ob the calorie suspenshun program where you can hab all the good snacks wiffout any consequence. Try to make the most ob it!

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“Sorry I’m late wiff the Countdown!” Fish said to mom ober the phone. “I hab been stuck in traffic all day.” It wasn’t his fault, of course—the cheese delivery truck had oberturned, causing a massive traffic jam. The worst part was he wasn’t close enuff to the accident to grab any ob the cheese.

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Fish, Reuben, and Dill, the three little elves, marched into the mall wiff jingling pockets that held their carefully counted Christmas shopping monies. Feeling ambitious but hungry, they made their way to the food court, lured by the delicious aroma ob pizza, cookies, hotdogs on a stick and ob course the tastiest fing eber – Cinnabons! After indulging in all the good snacks and rebeling in the holiday atmosphere, Fish pulled out their coin pouch and realized they spent all their monies on snacks. The three stared at each other in wide-eyed realization, then burst into laughter, deciding lub and laughter was the best gift ob all anyway. Hopefully their brothers would fink so too.

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Waffles…eeer, hrmmmm…I mean the Christmas Genie… had a special wrapping room in his house. It was a cozy little space wiff rolls ob colorful paper, twine, and ribbons neatly arranged on shelbes, wiff a small table in the center, ready for wrapping. The Christmas Genie hummed a merry tune as he carefully folded a piece ob festib red sloth paper around a special gift for his dad. His tiny paws moved wiff precision, creasing the edges just right before tying it all together wiff a beautiful red bow.

“Perfect,” he squeaked to himself, holding the gift up to admire it. Beside him, a small pile of presents grew higher with each passing hour: a double decker hammock, a new sporty hat, a book about snacks ob the world, a warm quilt stitched wiff cute little rat faces. Each gift had been conjured by the teapot and chosen wiff care, destined to bring a smile to someone’s face. The Genie took extra time wiff the finishing touches, adding sprigs of holly or tiny pinecones to each package, making them look as magical as the gifts inside.

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The cookies were an instant hit, wiff eberyone rabing about how delicious they were. Neighbors, friends, and eben passersby couldn’t get enuff ob the warm, gooey treats. Word spread quickly, and soon the boys found themselbes surrounded by eager fans asking for more. Their small batch disappeared in no time, leaving eberyone clamoring for seconds. Realizing they had a runaway success on their hands, the boys decided they’d hab to whip up another, eben bigger batch to satisfy the growing demand. Excited and determined, they rolled up their sleeves and got to work, ready to share their cookies wiff eberyone who loved them.

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Waffles and Barry were brimming wiff holiday spirit as they set off wiff Dill for a festibe day ob Christmas shopping. The streets sparkled wiff twinkling lights, and the air was crisp wiff the scent ob cinnamon. Dill was the perfect guide for nabigating the bustling holiday shops. Waffles zipped fru the crowds, oohing and aahing at ornaments shaped like tiny gingerbread houses and snowglobes filled wiff glittery reindeer. Barry checked his list twice, carefully selecting the perfect gifts for friends and family, all while Dill offered his whimsical yet expert advice on what would make each present truly magical.

Their Christmas shopping trip wiff Dill had already been a whirlwind ob glittering lights and jingling bells. The boys scurried fru the bustling streets, their tiny paws clutching gift bags full ob colorful ornaments, and shiny ribbons.

As the sun began to set, Dill clapped his hands and said, “Time for a treat!” He led the pair down a cozy alley to a strip mall, and a glowing shop called Orobae, the boys stopped short, their eyes widening at the strange drinks being carried past them on trays. Clear cups were filled wiff colorful liquids—some creamy, some fruity—and dotted with mysterious, chewy black polka dots. “What are those?” Barry squeaked, his tail flicking in curiosity. Dill chuckled, explaining that boba tea was a faborite treat, and they simply had to try it.

Waffles eagerly climbed onto the counter to get a closer look, ebentually deciding on the orange tea wiff black polka dots. Barry was hesitant but opted for the same. Waffles poked at the pearls wiff his tiny paw before finally sipping fru the straw. His eyes widened. “It’s chewy and sweet!” he exclaimed, slurping eagerly. Barry took a cautious sip and, after a moment, nodded in approval.

The trio laughed and sipped their drinks. For Waffles and Barry, it was not just a day ob finding the perfect gifts but also being wiff people they lub, and discobering the joy ob something new—dis is what holiday magic is all about.

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Reuben stared at the chocolate crinkle cookie he’d just plucked from the cooling rack, its sugary cracks practically begging to be tasted. He wanted to gib it to his mom—he really did (in efforts to be the faborite child) but then the smell hit him—a rich, chocolatey aroma that felt like a warm hug for his taste buds. “I’ll just make sure it’s not poisonous,” he reasoned, taking the tiniest nibble. The nibble turned into a bite, and the bite into a full mouthful. Now holding a sad crescent of what used to be a cookie, Reuben panicked and slapped another one onto the plate, hoping she wouldn’t notice it was slightly smaller than the others. After all, it’s the thought (and definitely not the missing bite) that counts, right??

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In the kitchen today, all fibe brothers, huddled around a makeshift baking station wiff their elf friend, Dill. The scent of melting chocolate and sugar filled the air as the baking team prepared to make the ultimate holiday cookies – Wimbley cookies! Baxter, ever the leader, took charge ob reading the recipe, though he insisted on making “creatibe” adjustments. Waffles, true to his name, couldn’t resist dipping a hand into the syrup bottle dad left on the counter, for “inspirashun.” Barry measured imgrediemts wiff the precision ob a scientist, while Reuben managed the oben, muttering about “rat-sized safety hazards”, and called on mom for some halp. Fish, on the other hand, was more interested in taste-testing than baking.

Things took a messy turn when Baxter accidentally knocked over a bag ob power sugar, sending a snowy explosion fru the kitchen. Waffles, already sticky from syrup, slipped in the sugar, crashing into Barry’s carefully arranged pile of chocolate balls. “Waffles, watch the tail!” Barry squeaked as chocolate balls scattered everywhere. Reuben opened the oben to check the first batch, only to be greeted by a plume of smoke from an earlier “experimental” batch. Fish, now wearing a chefs hat, burst into laughter, his cackles contagious. Dill, wiff his cheeks pink with suppressed giggles, tried to regain control. “Alright, eberyone, we can do dis!” he urged.

Despite the chaos, the cookies eventually made it out of the oben—oddly shaped but undeniably delicious. As the group gathered around the table, munching on their sweet creations, Waffles raised a sticky paw. “We might not be great bakers,” he declared, “but we sure are great at habbing fun!” And wiff that, the flour-covered crew toasted to a perfectly imperfect holiday adbenture.

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