Everyone at the North Pole knows that Mrs. Claus doesn't talk to Santa like that very often. But when she does, he listens. So in his jolliest voice he said, "Yes, Dear."
Thankfully, Mrs. Claus had told him that in November. Otherwise, they couldn't have finished. They had to work weekends, but they got it done. The dolls had been painted with bright eyes and pretty smiles. The trains had been tested to make sure they went as fast as possible. Teddy bears had been sewn and stuffed with as much stuffing as possible. Blocks had been painted with the alphabet. Rocking horses shined with the brightest colors that could be found. Red wagons had been tested and certified by the elf wagon inspectors. Jack-in-the-boxes had been in and out the boxes so many times they needed a rest.
Tonight everything was loaded into the sleigh, the workshop cleaned, and ready to be locked up. Santa looked around one last time to make sure no toy was left behind. Every child was special to Santa and he took no chances with their toys.
"Okay, elves." Santa's voice boomed out across the workshop. "Go home, get cleaned up, and wear your best Christmas outfit to Mrs. Claus' party. Don't be late. She has worked hard on this party. Tonight we celebrate Christmas."
A cheer rang out from the tired little elves. They had looked forward to this Christmas party. Some of them had thought they worked too hard and weren't rewarded for it. None of them complained aloud because Santa always reminded them "Christmas is for the children. We do what we do for the children."
They rushed home to get ready for the party. They knew Mrs. Claus had been cooking all day. They loved the way Mrs. Claus cooked. Her apple pie was over the top. Her fudge was good enough to win prizes at a county fair. And nobody made cheesecake like Mrs. Claus. When it came to cookies, Mrs. Claus had about 1,000 recipes.
Santa walked into the house, stopping just inside the door to take a good whiff of the wonderful smells in the house. "I'm home." He said with a jolly laugh in his voice.
"Hi Santa." Mrs. Claus said. "Can you help me in the kitchen. The pies are ready to come out of the oven."
"Well, I am ready for them to come out of the oven. They smell delicious." Santa laughed.
"Now don't you eat too much tonight. I've already let your suit out once. I don't have time to do it again."
"Okay." Santa laughed, but his agreement didn't sound too convincing.
Between the two of them, they removed pies from the oven and finished loading cookie trays. Finally everything was ready for the first Christmas party an the Claus' house.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Santa opened the door and there stood Dwelf the Elf.
Everyone gasp as they saw him. He wasn't wearing green and red. He didn't look Christmasy like Santa told them. Dwelf was going to be in trouble with the big guy. Santa didn't like it when his elves failed to follow instructions. He was very particular, especially when it came to Mrs. Claus. He didn't like it when one of them upset her.
Mrs. Claus came into the room. "Hello Dwelf. I'm glad you're here. You look very handsome tonight."
"Thank you, Mrs. Claus."
"But you don't look like Christmas." One of the elves said. No one was sure who said it.
"Yes, I do."
"Those aren't Christmas colors. Red and green are Christmas colors."
"Red and green are beautiful colors. And I love them this time of the year. But I wanted to wear a color that represented Christmas. Bright yellow represents Christmas."
"What?" Said many of the elves at once.
"The color that represents Christmas is bright yellow like the sun. You see, the real meaning of Christmas is that the Son of God came to earth as a baby. Even before He came, He knew that He would die on the cross for the sins of men. The Bible says that we have to pay for our sins. Jesus didn't want us to do that, so He paid for them. All we have to do is ask him to be our savior and forgive us of our sins. At that moment, He comes into our hearts and we understand what Christmas is truly about. We feel a joy like never before. Christmas takes on a new meaning because we have the meaning of Christmas in our hearts. In fact, everything takes on new meaning. The world seems brighter because we have joy in our hearts. So I think bright yellow like the sun represents Christmas.
"Dwelf is right." Mrs. Claus said. "That is the true meaning of Christmas."
"Let's all bow our heads and pray. We'll ask God to help us remember what the true meaning of Christmas is." Santa said.
All the elves bowed the heads and Santa lead them in pray. He thanked God for sending his Son because without him, there would be no Christmas.