Dear ScioCamp,
Four mysterious figures sit in the soaring vehicle… I heard someone call it a… sleigh? One of them is tall, looming above the others, with luscious curls as fluffy as a cloud dangling from his chin. And some kind of hat.
They all sing Christmas carols and laugh. Suddenly, a large sack flies overboard and smacks down in the snow below, leaving a 30-foot-deep hole.
The large figure is enraged at the three little ones and throws them over the edge, down to the cold ground beside the sack of clothing. “Walk,” he berates from above. “Your laziness this year has been the opposite of jolly.”
The trio of littles are bitter with fury. After all the efforts of the elves, they’re left with the punishment of hand-delivering all this merch because of a little bit of dullness. They resent the lack of appreciation. But they deserve a penalty for their slowness.
Soon, you will find the trio who go by Kedar, Emir, and Cody skittering down your chimneys in the midst of night, secretly dropping some long-awaited merch below your pine trees. Until then, patience is key.
While their trekking at the speed of half a human’s size proceeds, a challenge for YOU arises. To work, to achieve, to punish, to flee.