Ana’s Advent Calendar, Day 5 : Little Lynnie’s Christmas Crackers

Lynnie Christmas

Β Wow, what a busy day of recipe sharing yesterday! Did you find anything new you’d like to make? It’s not too late to add a recipe before Michelle B compiles everything into our Advent Calendar cookbook.

Our guest today may be new to you, but you’ve seen her in the coments. Please welcome Lynn! She has a story of Christmas crackers and Little Lynnie. πŸ˜€

Britons have been pulling Christmas Crackers whilst eating their Christmas dinner since Victorian times.

The design of the cracker is basically a cardboard tube wrapped in paper which overhangs the tube and is twisted to form two ends. Two people then pull the cracker between them and one end rips off leaving the winner with the central tube. As the cracker rips the integral explosive bangs, or cracks, making everyone jump.

The contents of the cracker consists of a joke or saying, a paper hat, which must be worn during dinner and a gift. The gifts include those noisy little hand clackers designed to drive the adults insane; small spinning tops, and clip together plastic animals and dinosaurs.

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It was the kittens’ first Christmas and they were very excited, even more excited than the children of the household, if that was possible.

“Look!” said Little Lynnie, as they watched the children’s mother struggling through the front door with a large tree. “That’s a Christmas tree. I heard Alice talking about it.”

“Ooh, it’s smells lovely,” said Kitty, her nose twitching. The kittens looked at each other and as one, rose from their basket to investigate.

They were all happily chasing each other around the branches when the children returned carrying boxes of decorations.

“Oh, look at the kittens, Jake,” laughed Alice.

“Mummy will be cross,” he replied, putting down his box and plucking Stripe off a branch and placing him in the basket. “Naughty kitten, stay there.”

He then caught Kitty but as he turned to place her in the basket, Stripe leapt out and jumped back into the tree. He put Kitty down and raced after Stripe.Β Little Lynnie meowed smugly from the top of the tree.

“Come back here, you naughty cat!” he said crossly. “Alice, help me!”

“Oh, Jake, chill! It’s funny and they’re too little to pull the tree over.”

“They shouldn’t be up there.” Jake scowled as Alice rolled her eyes.

Before a fight could develop their mother entered the room with the final boxes.

“Mummy,” said Jake, “the kittens are in the tree.”

“Don’t worry, son,” said his mother, putting down her boxes, “I’m not about to be outsmarted by three naughty little kittens.”

Moments later three pairs of ears pricked at the sound of a tin opener and twelve paws pattered into the kitchen. The kittens munched happily on tuna before being scooped up into their travelling basket. They stared glumly through the bars as the children and their mother decorated the tree. It sparkled enticingly and the lights twinkled.

“Oh, look! It’s so glittery,” said Stripe.

“We’ll wait until they’ve gone to bed,” said Little Lynnie.

After dinner, children and kittens curled up on Mummy’s lap and listened to Christmas stories until it was time for bed.

“Will Santa definitely come, Mummy?” asked Jake.

“If you’re good, Jake, and not on the naughty list,” replied his mother.

“But how does he know?” Jake looked up at her, wide-eyed.

“He has lots of little helpers watching.”

Kitty purred and turned round in Jake’s lap. Little Lynnie meowed and bumped Alice’s hand with her head. Stripe snored softly.

“What about the kittens, Mum?” asked Alice.

“I’m sure Santa will leave them a little something, Alice. I hear Mrs Claus is very fond of cats,” said her mother, as she shooed them up to bed, leaving the kittens sleeping.

After a nap the kittens were ready for more mischief and seeing the room was empty they were once again scampering around the tree. Baubles scattered and tinsel trailed across the floor.

“Stop that!” A voice roared.

“Meow!” The kittens leapt out of the tree in shock and huddled together.

“You are very bad kittens and Mrs. Claus will not be pleased.” An elf jumped down from the tree to land in front of the startled kittens, wagging her finger.

“Who are you?” asked Little Lynnie edging forwards.

“I’m one of Santa’s elves and I’m here to keep an eye on you and the children and you three are now officially on the naughty list.”

“But that’s not fair,” said Little Lynnie and Stripe.

“Is it not, youngsters? Well feel free to take your complaints to Mrs. Claus but I expect you’ll get short shrift,” said the elf.

“Short what?” said Stripe.

“Shrift, me lad.”

“But what does that mean, Miss Elf?” asked Kitty.

“It means that Mrs. Claus doesn’t approve of naughtiness and cheek and you’ll likely find yourselves over her lap for a spanking.”

“Spanking…” Three tails dropped down protectively.

“Now! I suggest you get this mess cleared up before the lady of the house returns.”

“But we can’t hang these back up,” said Little Lynnie as she pushed a bauble with her paw.

“Well, there’ll be no more tuna for you three, I reckon,” she said sternly. “Fix the tinsel and I’ll hang the baubles, and don’t let me catch you near this tree again.”

Dragging the tinsel back onto the tree was boring work and Little Lynnie soon sat down to wash her paws. She leapt up yowling when a candy cane descended on her rear end.

“Back to work, missy and you can sheath those claws.” The elf waved the candy cane threateningly.

Little Lynnie grumbled but dragged another piece of tinsel up the tree. That candy cane hurt!

“There! Good as new,” declared the elf a little later.

Kitty tugged the elf’s tunic with her teeth. “Are we off the naughty list, Miss Elf?”

“Hm! Well, that will be Mrs. Claus’ decision, but I expect so, considering you are only babies,” she said. “There’s to be no more trouble, mind! You’ve had your chance, so be warned.”

The elf sat motionless in the tree and the twinkling lights reflected in the sleepy eyes of the kittens when Mummy entered the room a little later.

A couple of days later.

It was the weekend before Christmas and the family were having a few work colleagues over for dinner. Mummy had just taken the salmon out of the fridge when the phone rang. She dashed to answer it, leaving the kitchen door ajar.

“No, Mum, you don’t need to cook, honestly. The kids will want to show you their toys and if you can keep them from underfoot then that will be great.”

“That’s Granny! She’ll be on the phone for ages,” said Stripe.

“Let’s go and see what that lovely smell is,” said Little Lynnie.

“But, we’re not supposed to be in the kitchen when Mummy’s cooking,” said Kitty.

“But, that smell!” Three noses twitched and the kittens squeezed through the door and leapt onto the table.

“Mm! Fish!” said Stripe as they all tucked in.

“Agh!” The scream made them all jump. “You bad kitties, shoo!” said Mummy racing towards them.

The kittens fled, taking cover under the couch. Stripe still had a piece of salmon dangling from his mouth, which caused a tussle. Little Lynnie won and gobbled it down.

The kitchen door slammed and banging and cursing could be heard.

“What on earth have you three been up to now?” demanded the elf as she peered under the couch at them.

The kittens jumped and flattened their ears.

“Come out of there, right now!”

“No!” Kitty shook her head and trembled.

“I’ll put you on the naughty list,” she warned.

“Nuh uh!” said Stripe

“I’ll tell Mrs. Claus,” she said.

“Go on then!” taunted Little Lynnie. “Bet you’ve never even met her.”

The elf took her polarphone from her pocket.

“Hello! Mrs. Claus, I’ve got a bit of a problem… Yes, Ma’am but – I know you’re busy, Ma’am… yes, Ma’am, the kittens… that’s right, stealing salmon… oh thank you Ma’am, I’ll put you on speaker.”

She fiddled with the phone and turned it towards the kittens. Mrs. Claus’ angry face filled the screen.

“Come out from under that couch right now and submit to your punishment or I will come and deal with you miscreants myself,” she said.

The terrified kittens scrambled from under the couch and raced to sit in front of the angry elf.

“I’ll teach you brats to behave,” she said, whacking each behind with her candy cane. “To bed with you and no supper.”

The kittens yowled and promised to be good.

Christmas Eve

It was Christmas Eve and the children were helping their mother lay the table for Christmas dinner.

“Can you get the cutlery Jake, please. And, Alice if you get the candlesticks?”

“What about the Christmas crackers, Mummy?” asked Jake.

“Oh yes, if you like,” replied his mother. “But, no peeking! And get those kittens off the table.”

“I want a red one,” said Jake, lifting Little Lynnie and placing her back on the floor, where she twined around his legs.

“That’s not fair, why do you get to choose first?” demanded Alice.

“Excuse me! No squabbling! You two don’t want to end up on the naughty list, do you?” said their mother.

Both children shook their heads.

“Anyway, there are two of each colour in the box. And don’t forget to put one out for Granny.”

Jake carefully weighed the red crackers in his hand and gave them a shake to see if he could guess their contents. He lifted them to his eye but quickly put them down again as he caught his mother’s look!

When they had finished the table looked beautiful with the best china and crystal, complemented by the sparkly Christmas decorations and crackers.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” said Alice. “I hope it snows!”

Snow! The kittens looked at each other in horror and washed their paws.

When the family left for the carol concert Mummy shutΒ the kittens firmly out of the dining room. “Don’t want you three knocking things over, do we,” she said.

“Oh, I wanted to investigate those crackers,” said Stripe.

“I’m hungry,” said Kitty.

“Come on, let’s go in the kitchen,” said Little Lynnie.

Three, small figures jostled over one bowl as the kittens munched their way through dinner before paws and whiskers were subjected to a vigorous cleaning. Once neatness was restored they jumped on to the worktop to see what mischief they could find.

“Look!” said Stripe, nosing at the spare crackers in the open box.

“What are they?” asked Kitty.

“Christmas crackers!” replied Little Lynnie.

“They have treats in,” said Stripe, dragging one out of the box.

“For cats?” Kitty looked doubtful.

“Yes, look, they’ve got cat pictures on,” replied Stripe, “and I heard Jake asking Mummy for animal ones.”

“Ooh, let’s open one,” said Little Lynnie. “They might have catnip.”

“Ooh, catnip…” said Stripe.

“I don’t think we should,” said Kitty. “That elf is still here.”

Little Lynnie peeped round the doorframe. “She’s not moving and her eyes are closed. Let’s risk it!”

“Count me out.” Kitty jumped down and curled up in their basket.

“Chicken!” Stripe muttered under his breath.

Little Lynnie fished a green cracker out of the box. “How do we open it?”

“You take one end and I’ll take the other,” said Stripe.

Small teeth gripped either end of the cracker and tugged. The cracker started to tear and the kittens braced their paws. One more pull and: Bang! The cracker tore and two kittens flew off either side of the worktop, yowling loudly as they raced for their basket.

The noise woke the elf who jumped down from the tree.

“What on earth is going on?” she demanded.

The kittens flattened their ears and tried to creep under their blanket.

“Well!” The elf stomped towards them glaring.

“Up to mischief on Christmas Eve itself. Mrs. Claus will want to deal with this herself,” she said, fiddling with her polarphone.

“Oh no! Please don’t call Mrs. Claus,” said Little Lynnie, “we didn’t mean to be naughty.”

“No one ever does, dear!” said the elf, shaking her head. “But this is your third strike!”

“But I didn’t do anything!” said Kitty. “And I told them not to.”

The kittens pricked their ears at the tinkling of sleigh bells and jumped when Mrs. Claus suddenly appeared. She pocketed the large wooden spoon she was holding and dusted flour off her hands and apron.

“There had better be a good reason for interrupting me on Christmas Eve, Elf Anastasia. I was just about to start another batch of cookies.”

“Yes, Ma’am! I’m sorry, but it’s the kittens again,” she said.

“The kittens! Again!” Mrs. Claus turned to the cat basket and the kittens shrank under her gaze. “What have they done now?”

“I didn’t do anything, it was – ” Kitty stopped as Mrs. Claus’s spoon magically appeared in her hand and pointed at her.

“Continue, Anastasia!” she said sternly.

“They’ve opened one of the Christmas crackers, Ma’am,” said Ana, wondering if she may have been a bit hasty.

“A cracker!” laughed Mrs. Claus, sitting down. “Got a bit of a shock did you?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” The kittens leapt into her lap for reassurance.

Mrs. Claus petted them absently as she contemplated. “Well, I’m sure it will teach you not to steal Christmas crackers but I don’t think it’s enough to get you off the naughty list.”

“But… that’s not fair!” protested the kittens.

“Mmhm! Arguing with Mrs. Claus is not helping your case, dears!”

“But I didn’t touch the cracker,” said Kitty stamping her paw.

“No, but you were involved in trashing the tree and stealing the salmon and are now having a tantrum on my lap. All spanking offences, my dear,” said Mrs. Claus. “So, who wants to be first?”

Three pairs of ears drooped and large, sad eyes peered up at her. Elf Anastasia looked on gleefully.

“Sad faces will not avail you. You were warned that getting yourselves on the naughty list again would result in a spanking, were you not?”

The kittens nodded glumly and slid to the floor. Mrs. Claus picked Stripe back up and placed him across her lap. She spanked him as she scolded.

“You are a very naughty kitten.” She punctuated each word with a smack of her hand.

“Ow… I’m sorry… please stop!” wailed Stripe.

Mrs. Claus spanked him until he stopped struggling.

“In the corner now, mister,” she said with one final spank to his bottom.

“Kitty, you next.” She crooked her finger.

“It’s not fair! I didn’t do anything!” Kitty shook her head and backed away.

“Come here, missy! You are only making it worse for yourself,” said Mrs. Claus.

“Please don’t spank Kitty, Mrs. Claus,” said Little Lynnie. “She did try to stop us.”

“Very noble dear, but she needs a spanking for her tantrum. Now come here, missy,” said Mrs. Claus grabbing Kitty by the scruff as she backed away. “You could have saved yourself this if you had not argued with me.”

Mrs. Claus gave Kitty twelve sharp smacks on her bottom. “I do not appreciate being argued with, young lady. Now, in the corner with you.”

“Now you, my little miscreant,” Mrs. Claus crooked her finger at Little Lynnie and took out her wooden spoon.

“But… not the spoon. Please, Ma’am!” Little Lynnie crept forward slowly but stayed out of reach.

“Well, I don’t think a hand spanking will suffice for the ring leader, dear.”

“I should think not!” said Elf Anastasia smugly.

“Don’t make me come for you, missy. You’ll only make it worse for yourself.”

Little Lynnie reluctantly crawled across Mrs. Claus’ lap. As the first smack contacted she dug her claws in.

“Ow! Sheath these claws, missy, or you’ll feel more than my spoon,” said Mrs. Claus rubbing her leg.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, it was an accident,” Little Lynnie said, retracting her claws. “Ow… please stop!”

Mrs. Claus spanked vigorously until Little Lynnie stopped yowling and lay limply in her lap. She then took out her wooden spoon.

“It is only five hours,” Whack! “until Christmas morning,” Smack! “so no more nonsense,” Whack! “until after that.” Smack! Mrs. Claus continued until she had delivered twelve spanks to Little Lynnie’s very sore bottom.

“Now march yourself into the corner, young lady!” she said, allowing Little Lynnie to slide off her lap.

“There! Three kittens back on Santa’s nice list, Elf Anastasia,” she said standing up. “Now perhaps you would like to explain your failure in duty.”

“Failure, Ma’am?” said Ana hesitantly.

“You were sent here to watch this household against my better judgement as you convinced Santa that you were ready and yet we have had three outbreaks of mischief. This latest one dragging me away from the North Pole on my busiest night.”

“But I dealt with the other two incidents, Ma’am,” the elf said.

“Yes, you did, but what happened tonight?”

“Well, I was guarding the tree when it happened, Ma’am.”

“Guarding the tree! Why didn’t you follow the kittens into the kitchen?”

“Erm…” Ana took a step back and covered her bottom with her hands.

Seconds ticked past as Mrs. Claus drew herself up to her full height and waited, arms crossed.

“I fell asleep, Ma’am!” she finally mumbled.

“Fell asleep! On duty!”

Little Lynnie sniggered and risked a peep round to see Mrs. Claus take out her polarphone and send a text. A few minutes later a second elf appeared.

“Ah good! Elf Twinkle please take over here for half an hour or so. Elf Anastasia and I are returning home for a discussion with my spoon. The kittens may come out of the corner when she returns.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” said Twinkle patting Ana on the shoulder.

The next morning the kittens were very pleased with their new toys and catnip but the family were rather surprised that they did not seem to sit down all day. Nobody seemed to notice the small extra stocking embroidered with a letter A hanging on the Christmas Tree next to the branch on which a small elf was gingerly perched.

The End!

Little Lynnie is very excited to be the star of the Advent artwork, so the clever kittens have prepared a special, surprise gift for one lucky participant featuring the Advent banner. If you would like to win it you just have to give us a story idea for a new kitten Christmas adventure in the comments.

The best idea will win the prize and may feature in a Little Lynnie comic later in the month. Competition is open to all participants, prize is available to international winners.

PS. Little Lynnie says “No more spanking of kitties! Elves however, are free game.

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68 thoughts on “Ana’s Advent Calendar, Day 5 : Little Lynnie’s Christmas Crackers

  1. Julie says:

    *Very* cute story, Lynn.

    Although I’m sure you’ll be hearing from the SPCA, and PETA. πŸ™‚ Not to mention the “talking to” that almost certainly will be coming your way. 😦

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  2. awesomesub says:

    Hi Lynn, I enjoyed your story a lot. However the elf is a tell-tale. She should have been a little bit more tolerant towards the kittens. When I read this I thought that some of the lines of the elf were so close to a famous and most lovable author we happen to know, but this can only be pure coincidence, for sure, can’t it?
    I loved reading about the mischief the kittens were up to, and none of what they wanted to do was meant to cause trouble, so what’s not to love about them?! They are a very curious lot, and quite different characters, too, which means they’ll do more in the near future. πŸ™‚ However, without wanting to cause trouble, somehow they all ended up with a spanked bum, elf Anastasia included.
    Maybe they won’t sit for a day, but I like that peace has been restored completely, for all of them, and they’ll learn to be better, won’t they? Loved the story, and the happy ending with a warm bottom. What a fun story, thank you Lynn!

    hugs ❀

    Nina

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  3. SH says:

    When I started to read about the crackers I was thinking they were food! Ha ha, guess I am not quite awake this morning! Very cute story, Lynn! I would have loved to read the part of Elf Anastasia’s spanking by Mrs. Claus, just saying πŸ˜‰

    I think the kittens need an adventure with the Christmas stockings. There are always fun things in those πŸ˜€

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  4. Irishey says:

    Mischief and mayhem from three little kittens! Love it, and made me wish, as I often do, that we had kittens here. As soon as the threat of walloping was introduced, I cringed at the thought of anything striking a bony little kitty tush, so I had to imagine them as upright anime versions with plump little bottoms. Lol!

    I am very glad kitty paddling is prohibited from story idea submissions. As a child, I loved the nursery rhyme of the three little kittens who lost their mittens, but I didn’t like them crying or being called naughty and not having their pie! Somewhere in my child’s brain, they were in huge trouble, much more so than the story related. Shiver! I was happy about the finding and washing of the mittens so they could have pie. The rat…welllllll…ick.

    Rambling…

    This little trip down memory lane is jogging a faint remembrance of being told a story, or perhaps creating or elaborating on it myself. The children in my story returned home on Christmas Eve, but couldn’t find their kittens, so they set out on a search.

    The children saw where the kittens left paw prints as they tracked through rolled out pastry or cookie dough, traipsed through the flour on the pastry board and tracked it to the bowls of colored sugar and icings, etc.

    On their journey, the kittens found the Christmas wrapping supplies,the laundry room, pantry, and the crafts cabinet. Basically, they decorated themselves and the house (counters, floors, mantles, railings, furniture, bedding, bathtub, tree, etc.) with sparkly, tiny kitten prints, ribbons, yarn, thread, thimbles, measuring tape, tinsel, bows…

    I remember telling this to my younger siblings to keep them occupied when they needed to not be underfoot. I think I just kept making up silly adventures and made it a game with them. Like – where do you think they went next? What did they find in there?! Oh, no! They can’t get glue on the curtains!

    Sorting the storytelling, we had to devise ways for the kittens to sneak behind the children to giggle or shake their heads at what the children surmised the kittens had done in a certain area, clean up their own messes (or make it worse, but eliminate evidence of the kittens being there), and finally be found, innocently sound asleep. Often, the mischievous kittens made the messes look as if caused by the children who, of course, had left their own footprints tracked through the debris. Ooooohhh! πŸ˜‰ I think that was my brothers’ idea. Yep. Definitely. πŸ˜‰ Clearly, these got more elaborate as I aged and my brorhers became more naughty.

    My grandmother and aunts used to tell me lots of little stories, fables, nursery rhymes and songs, so I have to think my youthful storytelling was trying to retell what I had heard from one of them. Silly, convoluted nonsense. Lol!

    Oh, not really a story idea there, though. Just my own hijinks and shenanigans. Hmmmm… Perhaps your kittens, Lynn, could endeavor to sneak into Mrs. Claus’ wooden spoons cupboard, relocate them into the walls through the mouseholes, this creating Christmas mayhem because there are no implements to stir the cookie dough or paddle the naughty elves who run more and more amok without proper discipline.

    Ana Elf spankings are allowed, huh? Poor Ana. πŸ˜‰

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    • Irishey says:

      Oh, yes, I almost forgot. The crackers! I think I had read about these only once before, long ago, and either forgot or dismissed it. I probably didn’t understand the significance or tradition because I had the impression of them being commercially produced and given away as “junk prizes” decades ago. I didn’t recall anything about them being handmade or specific to Christmastime.

      This is wonderful! I think I shall try to make some for my grandchildren this year. I’ll have to research this more. I enjoy learning about traditions elsewhere, especially the old-fashioned customs. Thank you for sharing!

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  5. Laura says:

    Loved the story. I wondered though if you shouldn’t have changed one name in particular in order to save your butt. Just saying. Hmm, elves are fair game huh – well that’s to easy. How about Mrs. Claus getting her comeuppance. (I love that word). after all everyone needs some one on one time, don’t you think?

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  6. JoanneBest says:

    Oh Lynn! I had, and still have, the biggest smile on my face right now from reading every single word you wrote πŸ˜€ I’m in love with this story ❀ I love, love, love all the character names and I have to admit I literally laughed out loud when I saw the Elf was named Anastasia πŸ˜€ (I'm already headed for the corner Ana, am I allowed to strap a pillow to my never-been-spanked bottom? heehee!)

    I'm fascinated by Christmas crackers and have never had the pleasure of seeing one in person, since we are getting our Christmas tree today, I've decided, after reading your post, that I am going to order some online and not tell anyone until Christmas Day. It sounds like so much fun!

    I also love the fact that you have three kitties in the story since that's the exact number of kitties I have and they act exactly the same, especially our youngest William the Siamese who just turned 1 year old. I anticipate a lot of mischief from him this year since last year's Christmas he was only a teeny tiny baby. The only thing I'm missing is Elf Anastasia πŸ˜‰ Since I collect Christmas ornaments and always buy something new each year, I'm in search of an elf ❀

    I have some errands to run today so as I do what I have to do, which will include a lot of driving time, I will use that time to try and come up with a new adventure for your 3 naughty kitties, the possibilities are endless πŸ˜€

    Oh and one more thing (for now lol), although I know you weren't aware of it, my Mom's name was Alice. You unknowingly have made me so very happy. ❀

    Be back later, hopefully with a story idea πŸ˜‰

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  7. renee200 says:

    I absolutely love this story. You did such a great job. When the elf is first mentioned, I immediately thought she has got to name this elf Ana. And then you did!! Yay. I do not think coincidence was involved at all in the naming of this elf. You have made me smile today. Do you like corners?

    I do like Sandy’s idea of the stockings and kittens. The kittens could help (or not) with Christmas cookie making too. May come up with more story ideas during the day. Blessings, Renee

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  8. sassytwatter says:

    omg i cant stop laughing! i couldn’t of read this at a better time i just finished watching a baby video of the 3 little kittens with my 15 month old…shes sitting next to me watching so that i can read and participate in Advent and then this story timing was pricelss and so cute! needed a good laugh!

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  9. Tim says:

    Lynne a lovely Christmas story ,the kitties were naughty so needed a few spanks on their botties ,the children found them not wanting to sit for a while ,best spanks and hugs from Tim to all the girls here .

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  10. Mary Mccoy says:

    What a lovely story, and such a coincidence about the elf’s name πŸ™‚ My story idea would involve baking pies for Christmas(The Three little kittens have lost their mittens and they shall have no pie brought this to my mind).Mommy has made lovely pies for Christmas and set them out to cool, and the kitties had to investigate them, especially the lovely smelling mincemeat pie. When they knock one off the counter, the noise causes the PieClown tree ornament to come to life(Elf Anastasia was busy with Mrs. Claus) and the kitties find out the hard way that messing around with pie comes with consequences!

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  11. JoanneBest says:

    So in my travels today it occurred to me that New Years Eve will be here before we know it. What better time for three mischievous kitties to get themselves into trouble I mean have a fun adventure? πŸ˜€
    I can picture it now, the tree is still up and the stockings still hung by the chimney with care (Sandy’s stocking idea is awesome, imagine them crawling into the stockings and getting stuck inside, unable to back themselves out and unable to turn around due to all the goodies inside. Perhaps they might have to eat whatever edible goodies are inside yet still be stuck inside unable to get out without some outside Elf-help…. oh the gentle spankings they might have in their near future πŸ˜€ ) but back to New Years Eve; I can imagine the kitties wondering what all the hoopla is about as they grow sleepier and sleepier, but they’ve overheard their humans talking about the importance of staying awake until midnight and do their best to keep each other awake (perhaps with the help of a certain Elf), of course they’ll get their cute little selves into trouble of one kind or another, and going by the behavior of my own three fur-balls, I can imagine them nodding off (in the middle of a pile of New Year’s Eve party favors perhaps, or sleeping soundly under the tree, of course laying themselves down on something nearly impossible to get cat hair off of) then being rudely awakened at midnight when the countdown reaches “Happy New Year!” time and the fireworks and horns begin. Just the image in my head of three fur-balls with their backs arched in Halloween-cat fashion, hair sticking up and eyes bigger than their heads makes me laugh because it happens every year in our house. Sometimes they skedaddle so quickly out of the room their little paws slip and slide on the tile floor and they dive underneath the bed peeking out until they deem it safe to come out.

    Oh I do so love the Holidays, and the addition of fur-babies always makes it seem so much better ❀

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  12. pieclown says:

    Hi Lynn. Great story and I am sure most of us knew who the naughty elf was, before you said her name. haha My church has a Wassail party the Sunday before Christmas. We have crackers and they are a hit or should I say pop with all.

    As for story ideas. I was thinking of staying with the English theme and have the kittens learn about boxing day or Christmas Pantomimes. Maybe the kittens get excited playing in the wrapping and they fall asleep in a the box and it is put out for trash. They learn what snow can be used for.

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    • Lynn says:

      Ooh, good ideas PieClown, and funnily enough I did suggest to Ana we might post the story on Boxing Day as the schedule was rather full this year 😊
      Wassailing is always good fun

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  13. renee200 says:

    I thought and thought and the only thing I came up with was if the kittens somehow ended up getting taken with the presents being mailed. What fun they could have in the back of the UPS truck and the elf that will have to find them and get them home. What a journey home. Mrs. Claus may even have to step in again to help them. Too bad the elf is in trouble again since she was supposed to be watching the kittens and did not see them climb into the box. Hehe.

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  14. Lynn says:

    Shh, don’t tell Elf Ana but it’s 1am in the UK so I’m going to bed and will catch up with any more comments in the morning.

    Thank you all for the positive responses ❀️ I was a bit nervous about how the story would be received

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  15. JoanneBest says:

    I love it Renee! I can imagine the grand adventures the kitties would have aka trouble they’ll get into πŸ˜€ I wonder, would they all be in the same package or separate packages? Oh the possibilities!

    I’ve had such a busy exhausting day the only thing that got me through with my sanity (somewhat) intact was coming here and rereading and imagining.
    Lynn, I adore your story so very much, and the added gift of inspiration thinking of all the mischief those adorable kitties could get into has had me smiling all day, thank you so much for that ❀
    My own eyes are having a difficult time staying open, while my heart wants to do nothing but refresh this page as a Christmas movie plays in the background. I fear the Land of Nod is calling my name loudly, so if I do drift off before coming back here, I'll take comfort in the knowledge that I know, without a doubt, I will be dreaming of three kitties and Christmas Adventures πŸ™‚
    The insane part of my brain wishes we had a collection of their mischief making to read… maybe Santa will find a way to make that happen πŸ˜‰
    Hey, a giddy tired girl can dream, can't she? πŸ˜€

    Oh, one more thing, I changed my picture thingy because I'm wearing the most awesome necklace from the most awesome author who may or may not be masquerading as an elf today and I'll be in the corner Ana πŸ˜‰

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  16. catrouble says:

    Love your story, Lynn…the kittens are adorable! Remind me a lot of mine and the trouble they get into. Maybe you could have little Lynnie talk Stripe and Kitty into sneaking onto Santa’s sleigh when he comes to deliver the gifts. They could then cause lots of mischief my sneaking into houses behind Santa to see the trees and snacks. Or they could stay hidden until Santa gets back to the North Pole and then cause lots of mischief before Mrs. Claus finds out they are the ones getting into everything. πŸ˜‰ Thanks for sharing your adorable story.

    Hugs and blessings…Cat

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  17. Loralynne Summers says:

    lol! Too cute. πŸ™‚

    As I type this, my “kitten” is on my lap…at two and a half, he’s a hefty 12lbs. Last year we didn’t have a tree (because newborn premature first baby does NOT equate to time or inclination to decorate – I have a post about this later in the month πŸ™‚ ). The previous year, the kitten was smaller and thought he was a tree decoration. I’m not sure how it’s going to work this year with both the kitten and the baby…definitely will need to secure the tree to the wall/ceiling!

    I’m sure your kittens will find endless joy in playing with the kids’ toys…I know in my house, there is no distinction between ‘cat’ and ‘baby’ toys. The cat thinks they’re all his, and the baby thinks they’re all *his*. πŸ™‚

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    • Lynn says:

      Fortunately the one cat we had was uninterested in the tree, but as a toddler the youngest was determined to pull the tree over and eat all the chocolate Santas

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  18. AM says:

    I love Christmas crackers! There are some places here that sell them, and we’ve had fun in past years.

    Cute story, too. Reminds me of when our kitties were little and we put up the tree. We had to tether the tree so they wouldn’t pull it over climbing in it, and we had to use ribbons instead of hooks to hold the ornaments on because the kittens kept knocking them off.

    I don’t have any really good ideas about kitten adventures except maybe with Christmas dinner and getting into the food. πŸ™‚

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