Jingle Balls
By Rob Rosen
Santa was beside himself. It was two days until Christmas, and three of his elves were out with the flu. He could lend a hand in the workshop, but even then, the toys would never get finished in time.
“What can we do?” he asked his wife, who was busy sorting out the good and the bad girls and boys on her Mac.
She scrunched up her nose and strummed her chubby fingers on her equally chubby chin. Staring at her computer screen, her eyes suddenly lit up. Quickly, she Googled her search and came up with a solution. “Elf temp,” she soon replied, pointing at the monitor. “Right here on the North Pole Craigslist.”
Santa scratched his wooly, white head. “I thought only we made lists up here, good wife. Who is this Craig fellow?”
She laughed at her behind-the-times hu
