Hi! My
name is Tizzy. I am one of Santa’s
Izzy Elves, and I had a really scary thing happen to me one recent Christmas morning. I was packed by mistake in a present
and was delivered to a home by Santa Claus (we elves call him S.C.) with the
rest of the gifts. I was just
starting to panic, when the two little boys who lived there, Owen and Alex, did
something really, really NAUGHTY. They sneaked downstairs and opened their
biggest present BEFORE THEIR PARENTS WERE UP. And there I was!
I explained to them that S.C. always says that children’s
imaginations are powerful. In fact, his sleigh runs on this power! So I figured
that Alex and Owen might use their own imaginations to get me back to the North
Pole 1) before I missed the Big Elf Celebration and 2) before their parents
came downstairs. Well, it took
awhile, but they finally figured out how to do it. I won’t tell you exactly what happened, but my story
definitely has had a happy ending!
I told Dorothea Jensen (we elves call her Deedy) all about
this, and she wrote it down for me in a story called Tizzy, the Christmas
Shelf Elf. At first, it didn’t have any
pictures in it, but recently I have been posing for some with my illustrator,
Michelle Alfonso. It’s hard to
hold still while she draws me, but she doesn’t seem to mind if I move my mouth,
so we have fun chatting about this and that as she works. I asked Michelle if I
could post some of her sketches for children to see, and she says that is okay
with her. So I will be putting the occasional sketch on our Pinterest site so
you can preview the illustrations that will be officially in the story soon. (Yes, we Izzy elves will have our own
Twitter and Pinterest accounts soon! We’re very up to date.)
In case you are wondering why we are called the Izzy Elves,
it’s really, really simple. S.C.
gave each of the eight elves in my section names that end in, yes, "-izzy". I tell Alex and Owen all about them in
my story like this:
There’s
Whizzy, who rushes around, always scurries
He probably packed me, in one of his flurries.
Now,
Fizzy and Dizzy - they both specialize
In
holiday treats and in toys that surprise:
Hand
buzzers and squirt guns and magical rings,
Jacks
in the boxes and those sorts of things.
And
Bizzy, of course, is S. C.’s right hand man
He
bosses the others whenever he can.
The
puzzles are Quizzy’s particular trick
She
turns them out cleverly, my, she is quick!
Our
Frizzy’s the resident expert up there
At
cutting and curling the Christmas dolls’ hair.
While
Blizzy’s the last (she’s my favorite lass)
She
fashions the snowflakes that swirl under glass.”
© 1999/2013 by Dorothea Jensen
© 1999/2013 by Dorothea Jensen
By the way, Blizzy says she has already told her story to
Deedy so she can write it down. It
is called Blizzy, the Worrywart Elf, and explains how she figured out where I was on that Christmas morning when I ended up at Alex and
Owen’s house. She is very, very
clever. That’s one of the reasons she is my favorite lass. Unfortunately, there is one little bit
in Blizzy’s story that I find rather embarrassing, but Blizzy says that’s her
favorite part!
