Olive had settled in with Santa, Mrs. Claus, and the elves when a strange urge came upon her, and thus begins the sequel to Olive, The Orphan Reindeer... OLIVE'S SECRET JOURNEY By Michael Christie Read Olive's Continuing Story Here If you haven't read the beginning of OLIVE's ADVENTURES... START HERE
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'Twas the week before Christmas
and all through the school Not a pupil was silent, no matter what rule. The children were busy with paper and paste; The mess that they made with it couldn't be faced. The teacher half frantic and almost in tears, Had just settled down to work with her dears, When out in the hall there arose such a clatter up sprang the kids to see what was the matter!' Away to the door they all flew like a flash; The one who was leading went down with a crash. Then what to their wondering eyes did appear But a green Christmas tree! (To decorate I fear!)' 'When the teacher saw this, she almost grew sick. She knew in a moment it must be Old Nick! She ran to the door (all her efforts were vain) But she shouted, and stamped, and she called them by name; 'Now Tommy! Now Sandy, Now Judy and Harry! Stop Billy! Stop Robert! Stop Donny and Sherry! Now get to your places get away from the hall Now get away! Get away! Get away all! 'As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly The pupils, pell mell, started scurrying by. They ran to the blackboard and skipped down the aisle; Their faces were shining and each had a smile. 'First came a basket of popcorn to string -Then came the Christmas tree (menacing thing). As the tree was brought in there arose a great shout; The pupils were merrily romping about. 'The state they were in could lead to a riot; The teacher was sure, if allowed, they would try it. Her nerves how they jangled! Her temples were throbbing! The rush of her breath sounded almost like sobbing! 'The lines of her face were as fixed as a mask; It was plain that she didn't feel up to her task. The look in her eye would have tamed a wild steer, But the children ignored it; they did every year. 'A tear from her eye and a shake of her head Soon led me to think that she wished she were dead. She spoke not a word but went straight to her work, Strung all the popcorn which broke with a jerk. 'But at last it was finished and placed on the tree; Then came the bell and the children were free. Their shrill little voices soon faded away And peace was restored at the end of the day. As she looked at the Christmas tree glistening and tall, She smiled as she whispered, Merry Christmas to all! By Joyce Luke |
(Revised) By Michael Christie
The storm in the Barrens raged around the little reindeer with a nose like an olive.
"Mommy! Daddy!"
~~ CHAPTER 1 ~~ Wolves She'd lost her mother and father and brothers and sisters. The night wind shrieked. The snowflakes stung her eyes. "Mommy! Daddy! Where are you?" But no one could hear. And now - danger! - wolves. She could smell them. They were close. Maybe they ate my family, she thought, and want me too. So the little reindeer ran as fast as she could. In the fierce storm she didn't know where she was going. She just knew she had to get away. The wolves chased her, but she soon left them far behind. Even when she no longer picked up their scent, she ran and ran. Finally she came to the North Pole.
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'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
I searched for the tools to hand to my spouse. Instructions were studied and we were inspired, In hopes we could manage "Some Assembly Required." The children were quiet (not asleep) in their beds, While Dad and I faced the evening with dread: A kitchen, two bikes, Barbie's town house to boot! And, thanks to Grandpa, a train with a toot! We opened the boxes, my heart skipped a beat.... Let no pieces be missing or parts incomplete! Too late for last-minute returns or replacement; If we can't get it right, it goes down in the basement! When what to my worrying eyes should appear, But 50 sheets of directions, concise, but not clear, With each part numbered and every slot named, So if there were failure, only we could be blamed. More rapid than eagles the parts then fell out, All over the carpet they were scattered about. "Now bolt it! Now twist it! Attach it right there! Slide on the seats, and staple the stair! Hammer the shelves, and nail to the stand." "Honey," said hubby, "you just glued my hand." And then in a twinkling, I knew for a fact That all the toy dealers had indeed made a pact To keep parents busy all Christmas Eve night With "assembly required" till morning's first light. We spoke not a word, but kept bent at our work, Till our eyes, they went bleary; our fingers all hurt. The coffee went cold and the night it wore thin Before we attached the last rod and last pin. Then laying the tools away in the chest, We fell into bed for a well-deserved rest. But I said to my husband just before I passed out, "This will be the best Christmas, without any doubt. Tomorrow we'll cheer, let the holiday ring, And not have to run to the store for a thing! "We did it! We did it! The toys are all set For the perfect, most perfectest Christmas, I bet!" Then off to dreamland, at last sweet repose I gratefully went, although I suppose There's something to say for those self-deluded I'd forgotten that BATTERIES are never included! 
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This is equal to 3 months and 9 days. 100 days is equal to 14 weeks and 2 days. If you're counting workdays or weekends, there are 72 weekdays and 28 weekend days. The total time span from 2019-09-16 to 2019-12-25 is 2,400 hours. This is equivalent to 144,000 minutes. You can also convert 100 days to 8,640,000 seconds. September 16th, 2019 is a Monday. It is the 259th day of the year, and in the 38th week of the year (assuming each week starts on a Monday), or the 3rd quarter of the year. There are 30 days in this month. 2019 is not a leap year, so there are 365 days in this year. The short form for this date used in the United States is 9/16/2019, and almost everywhere else in the world it's 16/9/2019. December 25th, 2019 is a Wednesday. It is the 359th day of the year, and in the 52nd week of the year (assuming each week starts on a Monday), or the 4th quarter of the year. There are 31 days in this month. 2019 is not a leap year, so there are 365 days in this year. The short form for this date used in the United States is 12/25/2019, and almost everywhere else in the world it's 25/12/2019. *Date difference from Sep 16, 2019 to Dec 25, 2019 Resources
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Up on the housetop, reindeer pause, Out jumps good old Santa Claus; Down through the chimney with lots of toys, All for the little ones' Christmas joys. Ho, ho, ho ... who wouldn't go? Ho, ho, ho ... who wouldn't go? Up on the housetop ... click, click, click, Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick.  First comes the stocking of little Nell, Oh, dear Santa, fill it well; Give her a dolly that laughs and cries, One that can open and shut its eyes. Ho, ho, ho ... who wouldn't go? Ho, ho, ho ... who wouldn't go? Up on the housetop ... click, click, click, Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick. Look in the stocking of little Bill, Oh, just see that glorious fill! Here is a hammer and lots of tacks, Whistle and ball and a set of jacks. Ho, ho, ho ... who wouldn't go? Ho, ho, ho ... who wouldn't go? Up on the housetop ... click, click, click, Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick.
Composer - Benjamin Russell Hanby
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