Coloring page story
It was the week before Christmas, and Santa Claus was tired. His desk was piled high with lists. The noise from the workshop—the BANG! WHIZZ! JINGLE!—was giving him a headache. He sat in his big chair, rubbing his temples with a deep sigh.
"Oh, for a moment of peace and quiet," he murmured to himself.
Pip, who was delivering a new map-weight to Captain Compass, overheard him. Seeing Santa look so weary made his own heart feel heavy. He couldn't build Santa a new chair or invent a toy to cheer him up. But he could be quiet.
Timidly, he knocked on the open door. "Santa, sir?"
"Come in, Pip," Santa said, without looking up from his lists.
Pip walked in and just stood there silently. The quiet was a relief. After a moment, Santa looked up. "What is it, my boy? Don't tell me there's another problem."
"No, sir," Pip said softly. "I just... I was wondering if you'd like to hear a story."
Santa blinked. A story? "I'm very busy, Pip."
"It's a very short one," Pip promised. "It's about a little snow hare who used the North Star to find his way home to his warm burrow."
Santa leaned back in his chair. The idea of a warm, quiet burrow sounded lovely. "Alright, Pip. Tell me your story."
Pip began to speak. His voice wasn't loud or boisterous like the other elves. It was soft and calm, like falling snow. He told the story of the brave little hare, describing the crunch of the snow under his paws and the gentle glow of the stars. He didn't use big words or silly sounds. He just told the story.
When he was finished, Santa’s eyes were closed and there was a small, peaceful smile on his face. The lines of worry on his forehead were gone.
"Thank you, Pip," Santa said, his voice a low, happy rumble. "That was better than any toy. You brought the quiet and the magic back."