Cuthbert’s Conundrum

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

That’s not true; in fact, multiple creatures were stirring. I should start from the beginning, which is where this mess began.

Cuthbert Cumberbatch loved Christmas and everything to do with the Christmas holiday. A week before the grand day, Cuthbert bought tinsel, bulbs, and garlands to decorate the home and tree.

A turkey and stuffing, figgy pudding, and mounds of Turkish Delights were secured and carefully stored away for the big day.

With the house all decked out, it was time to fetch the tree. Cuthbert Cumberbatch headed for the forest with the dog and tools in a wagon.

After selecting the perfect tree, the gardener swiftly and effortlessly sawed down the young pine and carefully loaded it onto the wagon.

Next, Cuthbert arranged the tree next to the fireplace and began hanging all the holiday decorations. With each shiny bulb, the gardener’s spirits soared—Christmas was finally here.

In no time, the tree stood shining in the corner. It was time to step back and bask in its beauty. “I believe we outdid ourselves this year, Dodger,” the man remarked to his dog.

Suddenly, the tree shook violently, and two tiny creatures emerged. “THEIF, HOME WRECKER,” screamed the beasties.

Cuthbert stumbled back in surprise. “My word, Dodger, it seems we have picked up forest urchins,” said the gardener.

“URCHINS! We are no such thing and take great offense. We are tree goblins and will thank you for referring to us as Sam and Dave,” said the blue beast.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize my error. I appreciate you correcting me. I’m Cuthbert, and this is Dodger. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sirs,” studdered the man.

“Finally, someone with etiquette, you have no idea how many humans try to beat us senseless with their walking sticks. Now, about our home, please return it forthwith to the wood, and we shall forget this ever happened,” said Sam.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. It’s Christmas Eve, and I have no means to get you there. Besides that, I have cut your tree, so it will soon perish,” offered Cuthbert.

“Sir, I demand restitution!” shouted the wee beast.

“I am truly sorry I ruined your home. May I offer a compromise? Stay here with us and enjoy the holidays, and after, I and Dodger will return you to the forest and help you locate a new home,” said Cuthbert.

Joy spread over Sam and Dave’s face. “You want us to share Christmas with us? Sir, you truly are one of a kind,” said Sam.

The four enjoyed poppers, cakes, candies, and a scrumptious feast the following day. As they relaxed before the fireplace, the gardener asked, “If you don’t mind, you could stay till Spring and help with the housework. I don’t often have guests, at least ones that are so enjoyable.”

“It would be an honor and privilege, kind sir,” replied Sam and Dave. As far as I know, they still live with Cuthbert and Dodger and have no plans to return to the forest. All’s well that end’s well.