It was just a few days past Christmas and both Santa and all of his elves at the North Pole were resting up after a long hard season of making toys. The large elfin workshop was as quiet as quiet could be until a loud pounding noise disrupted the stillness of the hallway. Santa Claus had just begun walking through the storage area of the workshop, placing some of his notes and ideas about the new building season on a nearby poster board when he heard the sound.
“I’m coming,” Santa shouted aloud as he made his way towards the knocking sound.
Within seconds he opened the door to find a tall man with a white mustache and feathered naval hat standing before him. Before Santa could open his mouth, the man with the many medals on his chest blurted out in a tearful voice.
“Santa, I need the help of the Master of all Locks, the Keeper of the Keys! Where is Mr. Jingeling!”
Santa smiled as he recognized his old friend, Commander Snowglobe. But then his smile turned into a frown as he saw that his friend was upset.
“Is there something wrong, Commander?” Santa opened the door the whole way and allowed the man to enter while he spoke. “A talking door has been found on the other side of the North Pole and I need Jingeling to help open it!” The Navy man brushed snow from his coat as he talked.
“A talking door?” Santa was puzzled by his friend’s comments. But after a quick moment of thought, decided that he needed to escort the Commander to where he needed to go. “Jingeling is this way, Snowglobe.” The pair walked down another corridor until they came to a door on their right. Stopping, Santa knocked.
A moment later a kind and jovial face appeared at the now opening door. A walrus like mustache and a fringe of white hair around the sides and back of the man’s head were almost legendary around the North Pole, as much as the ever present ring of keys at his belt was. “Hello, Santa,” began Jingeling before he stopped speaking suddenly. He had realized that standing behind Santa was Commander Snowglobe. The Keeper of the Keys stuck out his hand and shook the Commander’s.
“Good to see you Snowglobe, how have you been?”
Santa quickly interrupted and explained to Jingeling the story the naval man had told him upon his arrival.
“My goodness,” began Mr. Jingeling. “We’ll have to leave quickly to find this door.”
“There’s a slight problem first.” The Commander began moving his head back and forth as if nodding sideways. “I need a crew. My nephew, Shaker, was the one that spotted the door and he and I are the only ones around to pilot the ship back to the area of where he spotted it. And there might be danger!”