Post by Jenna Fanboy on Dec 5, 2012 15:01:47 GMT -5
How Steele Stole Christmas!
Yes, everyone down in Nome liked Christmas a lot, but Steele, who lived just north of Nome, did not. Steele hated Christmas, the whole Christmas season. Now, please don't ask why, no one quite knows the reason. It could be that his head wasn't screwed on just right, it could be that that his booties were strapped too tight, but I think that the most likely reason of all was that his heart was three sizes too small. But whatever the reason, his heart or his booties, he stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the others, staring down from his den with a sour frown at the warm, lighted windows in the town, for he knew everyone was busy now, hanging a holly wreath.
Steele: I must stop this Christmas from coming, for tomorrow I know, all those little girls and boys will wake bright and early and rush for their toys, and then all the noise, noise, noise! Then, all the Residents, young and old, will sit down to a feast, and they'll eat more than anyone could possibly eat! They'll eat their sweet pudding and rare roast beast, which is something I can't stand in the least! Then, they'll do something I hate most of all: Everyone in Nome will stand paw-in-paw and start singing, and they'll sing, sing, sing!
And the more Steele thought of what Christmas would bring, he began to think of how he might ruin it for one and all.
Steele: I must stop this whole thing! Why for year after year, I've put up with it now! I must stop Christmas from coming, but how?!
Then he got an idea. An awful idea. Steele got a wonderful, awful idea.
Steele: I know just what to do. I'll make a quick Santa Claus hat and a coat!
[After cutting out the shapes of a robe and hat from a red curtain, sewing them together and adding white fur trim, Steele puts them on and goes to admire himself in a nearby mirror. As he does so, music starts playing in the background.]
Steele: With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like the old man!
[An off-screen singer begins singing as Steele begins building a makeshift sleigh]
Off-screen singer:
You're an evil one, Mr. Steele
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a hedgehog
You're as charming as a bear, Mr. Steele
You're a rotten piece of fruit!
You're a monster, Mr. Steele
Your heart's an empty hole!
Your brain is full of spiders
You've got rage in your soul, Mr. Steele
I wouldn't touch you with a 39 and a half foot pole!
You're a vile one, Mr. Steele
You have beetles in your smile
You have all the inner kindness of a rabid wolf, Mr. Steele
Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the rabid wolf!
*The song ends and Steele is fully dressed*
Steele: All I need is a reindeer.
Steele looked around, but since reindeer were scarce, there were none to be found. But did that stop Steele? No!
Steele: If I can't find an ox, I'll make one instead!
And so he took his fellow canine Star and he took some black thread and he tied some big horns to the top of his head. Then he loaded some bags on his sleigh and whistled for Star. He then headed down to Nome. All the windows were dark, no one knew that he was there. All the citizens were dreaming Christmas dreams without care, when Steele came to the first house on the square.
Steele: This is my first stop.
Steele went to the rooftop and very nimbly slid down the chimney. He got stuck only once, for a minute or two, and then he stuck his head out of the fireplace where the little ones' stockings hung all in a row.
Steele: These stockings are the first things to go.
[Steele uses a magnet to pull out the nails holding the stockings to the fireplace mantle. As the stockings fall, Steele catches them in his sack.]
Then he slithered over to the gift stand and took every present and more. Then, he snuck to the ice box and took the citizens' feast. He took the fortune cookie pudding and roast beast, and stuffed them in bags along with everything else and tossed them up the chimney.
Steele: And now it's time to destroy the tree.
[Steele begins to stuff the tree up]
As he destroyed the lanterns, Steele heard a loud gasp. He turned around fast and saw a small wolf-dog, young Aleu, the daughter of Balto and Jenna, who had gotten out of bed for a cup of cold water. She stared at Steele curiously.
Aleu: Santa, what are you doing to our tree?!
He glanced around nervously for a moment, but that old malamute was so sneaky, and he thought up a lie and he thought it up quick.
Steele: Why, my young she-wolf, they weren't made well, so I'm getting rid of them to make room for more.
[After sending Aleu back to bed with a glass of water, Steele finishes stuffing up the tree]
Afterwards, he went up the chimney and left nothing but some hooks and some wire, and the one speck of food he left in the house was a crumb, that was even too small for a mouse. Then, he did the same thing to the other citizens' houses, leaving crumbs much too small for the other citizens' mice.
It was a quarter of dawn, all the citizens still in bed, when he packed up his sled. It was packed with their food, decorations, presents and more. Ten thousand feet up the side of the mountain, Steele rode with his load to the tip-top to dump it.
Steele: Too bad for the citizens. They're waking up now, and I know just what they'll do: All those citizens will all cry. That's a noise that I simply must hear.
Steele paused and he put a paw to his ear. He did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low and then it started to grow.
[We see all the residents of Nome singing in a circle]
However, this sound wasn't sad. Rather, it sounded glad. In fact, it sounded merry. But it was merry. Very. Everyone in Nome was singing without any presents at all. Steele hadn't stopped Christmas from coming. It came. Somehow or other, it came just the same. Steele thought and thought about how this could've happened until his brain was sore, and then he thought of something he hadn't before.
Steele: Maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.
And what happened then? Well, in Nome they say, Steele's small heart grew four sizes that day. Then, the true meaning of Christmas came through and Steele felt the strength of ten huskies, plus two. Now that his heart didn't feel quite so tight, Steele returned to Nome that day and brought everything back, including all the food for the feast, and he, yes he, he himself, Steele, carved the roast beast.
Yes, everyone down in Nome liked Christmas a lot, but Steele, who lived just north of Nome, did not. Steele hated Christmas, the whole Christmas season. Now, please don't ask why, no one quite knows the reason. It could be that his head wasn't screwed on just right, it could be that that his booties were strapped too tight, but I think that the most likely reason of all was that his heart was three sizes too small. But whatever the reason, his heart or his booties, he stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the others, staring down from his den with a sour frown at the warm, lighted windows in the town, for he knew everyone was busy now, hanging a holly wreath.
Steele: I must stop this Christmas from coming, for tomorrow I know, all those little girls and boys will wake bright and early and rush for their toys, and then all the noise, noise, noise! Then, all the Residents, young and old, will sit down to a feast, and they'll eat more than anyone could possibly eat! They'll eat their sweet pudding and rare roast beast, which is something I can't stand in the least! Then, they'll do something I hate most of all: Everyone in Nome will stand paw-in-paw and start singing, and they'll sing, sing, sing!
And the more Steele thought of what Christmas would bring, he began to think of how he might ruin it for one and all.
Steele: I must stop this whole thing! Why for year after year, I've put up with it now! I must stop Christmas from coming, but how?!
Then he got an idea. An awful idea. Steele got a wonderful, awful idea.
Steele: I know just what to do. I'll make a quick Santa Claus hat and a coat!
[After cutting out the shapes of a robe and hat from a red curtain, sewing them together and adding white fur trim, Steele puts them on and goes to admire himself in a nearby mirror. As he does so, music starts playing in the background.]
Steele: With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like the old man!
[An off-screen singer begins singing as Steele begins building a makeshift sleigh]
Off-screen singer:
You're an evil one, Mr. Steele
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a hedgehog
You're as charming as a bear, Mr. Steele
You're a rotten piece of fruit!
You're a monster, Mr. Steele
Your heart's an empty hole!
Your brain is full of spiders
You've got rage in your soul, Mr. Steele
I wouldn't touch you with a 39 and a half foot pole!
You're a vile one, Mr. Steele
You have beetles in your smile
You have all the inner kindness of a rabid wolf, Mr. Steele
Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the rabid wolf!
*The song ends and Steele is fully dressed*
Steele: All I need is a reindeer.
Steele looked around, but since reindeer were scarce, there were none to be found. But did that stop Steele? No!
Steele: If I can't find an ox, I'll make one instead!
And so he took his fellow canine Star and he took some black thread and he tied some big horns to the top of his head. Then he loaded some bags on his sleigh and whistled for Star. He then headed down to Nome. All the windows were dark, no one knew that he was there. All the citizens were dreaming Christmas dreams without care, when Steele came to the first house on the square.
Steele: This is my first stop.
Steele went to the rooftop and very nimbly slid down the chimney. He got stuck only once, for a minute or two, and then he stuck his head out of the fireplace where the little ones' stockings hung all in a row.
Steele: These stockings are the first things to go.
[Steele uses a magnet to pull out the nails holding the stockings to the fireplace mantle. As the stockings fall, Steele catches them in his sack.]
Then he slithered over to the gift stand and took every present and more. Then, he snuck to the ice box and took the citizens' feast. He took the fortune cookie pudding and roast beast, and stuffed them in bags along with everything else and tossed them up the chimney.
Steele: And now it's time to destroy the tree.
[Steele begins to stuff the tree up]
As he destroyed the lanterns, Steele heard a loud gasp. He turned around fast and saw a small wolf-dog, young Aleu, the daughter of Balto and Jenna, who had gotten out of bed for a cup of cold water. She stared at Steele curiously.
Aleu: Santa, what are you doing to our tree?!
He glanced around nervously for a moment, but that old malamute was so sneaky, and he thought up a lie and he thought it up quick.
Steele: Why, my young she-wolf, they weren't made well, so I'm getting rid of them to make room for more.
[After sending Aleu back to bed with a glass of water, Steele finishes stuffing up the tree]
Afterwards, he went up the chimney and left nothing but some hooks and some wire, and the one speck of food he left in the house was a crumb, that was even too small for a mouse. Then, he did the same thing to the other citizens' houses, leaving crumbs much too small for the other citizens' mice.
It was a quarter of dawn, all the citizens still in bed, when he packed up his sled. It was packed with their food, decorations, presents and more. Ten thousand feet up the side of the mountain, Steele rode with his load to the tip-top to dump it.
Steele: Too bad for the citizens. They're waking up now, and I know just what they'll do: All those citizens will all cry. That's a noise that I simply must hear.
Steele paused and he put a paw to his ear. He did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low and then it started to grow.
[We see all the residents of Nome singing in a circle]
However, this sound wasn't sad. Rather, it sounded glad. In fact, it sounded merry. But it was merry. Very. Everyone in Nome was singing without any presents at all. Steele hadn't stopped Christmas from coming. It came. Somehow or other, it came just the same. Steele thought and thought about how this could've happened until his brain was sore, and then he thought of something he hadn't before.
Steele: Maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.
And what happened then? Well, in Nome they say, Steele's small heart grew four sizes that day. Then, the true meaning of Christmas came through and Steele felt the strength of ten huskies, plus two. Now that his heart didn't feel quite so tight, Steele returned to Nome that day and brought everything back, including all the food for the feast, and he, yes he, he himself, Steele, carved the roast beast.
