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there, Gramps. I just want to make sure everything is locked up tight so I don’t have to think about anything tomorrow.”
    Gramps and his two new employees, pastry students from the culinary school in the next town, were loaded down with baked goods, several large thermoses of hot chocolate, a couple whipped cream makers and an oversized bag of mini-marshmallows.
    “Whatever you gotta do,” Gramps said, “but don’t be long. I heard a rumor that the ‘old man’ hisself might be dropping by to pick up his new sleigh. Rudy’s friend Nick’s been working on a souped-up version. You don’t wanna miss that.”
    The two students rolled their eyes, and walked out snickering. Little did they know they were about to get a lesson in Christmas magic.
    Mrs. Claus would be happy that Santa’s favorite bakery had been spared, at least for the time being. Jenny wasn’t so sure how long it could last. Rumor had it that Rudy had closed the deal for the inevitable demise of the town.
    How could he?
    Almost in tears, Jenny walked through Sugar Plums turning out lights as she went, and as each light lost its glow, she felt a bit more sad about losing Rudy one more time. She had once again fallen in love with him, and once again he had broken her heart.
    When she arrived in the back room of the bakery, she grabbed her red coat and hat off the hook and slipped her arms into the sleeves. Just as she did, the back door burst open and Santa walked in. “Hi ho, Jenny Bells. I’ve come for my favorite cookies.”
    Jenny yelped and fell back a step, completely startled by his entrance. Then, a moment later, three elves came rushing in behind him, wearing the usual elf attire, under bright red vests that read ‘Santa’s Security’.
    Each of them carried a red walkie-talkie that looked more like a toy rather than the real thing.
    “All clear in the oven room,” one of them said into his walkie-talkie as he moved about the room with a macho swagger, careful not to bump his head on the tables.
    None of them was more than four-feet tall, and each wore an unfriendly scowl as if guarding Santa was serious business.
    “All clear in the front of the bakery,” a grainy, high-pitched voice echoed through the room.
    “Santa, you have three minutes,” the elf with the curly blond hair said, checking the huge clock that dangled from a thick gold chain around his neck. A fourth elf stood in front of the open back door, hands clasped just below his waist in true security form, looking all serious, head moving back and forth, keeping watch over the area.
    Jenny had to jump-start her brain. Although she had met with Mrs. Clause a time or two, she hadn’t seen Santa since that first time in her parents’ living room when she was three.
    When she had gathered a box of gingerbread boys and girls, one of the elves grabbed it out of her hands and opened the box.
    “These look good,” he said to Santa. “We can go.”
    “Wait!” Santa said as he gazed down at a tray of anise cookies, gleaming with white frosting, and garnished with silver sprinkles. “Can I have one of these? I know they were Mrs. Raindear’s favorite. I’ve always wanted to try them.”
    “We haven’t time,” the clock elf said.
    “There’s always time for cookies,” Santa said.
    He took a bite, chewed, swallowed and a big grin stretched across his rosy face. “Yum, these are exceptional! Can I have a few more?”
    “Sure,” Jenny said, still a bit overwhelmed by the whole event. “You can have them all. I have four trays, about twenty dozen cookies.”
    “Oh, that’s a grand idea! I can give them to the children all over the world. Many of them don’t get cookies and these will be a real treat. Thank you, Jenny Bells. Mrs. Claus said you were a wonderful girl, and you are.”
    The elves packed up the cookies in the blink of an eye and were outside before Jenny could move.
    “I’ve got to go now. Please tell Gramps thank you,” he said and was on his way