Ziggy says that tonight is what’s called “Christmas Eve.” He said human kids are nervous on Christmas Eve because they know Santa is coming. Well, I’m here to tell you, SANTA gets nervous too. My insides are all fizzy and sloshing around, like one of Willow’s potions.
Maybe it’s because Eddy Enderman met me at the sledding hill this morning with his wolf-dog, Pearl. And I don’t think she likes me very much. She sniffed one of my green feet, and just when I thought she was going to lick it, she GROWLED instead.
Eddy said not to worry—that if I feed her enough skeleton bones, she’ll do whatever I want. I ALMOST asked him where he got those skeleton bones, but I didn’t. I just tried not to think about it as he showed me how to put on Pearl’s harness.
Luckily, Chloe and her friends hadn’t moved the minecart from its hiding spot. Maybe it was because they couldn’t figure out how to pull it. I mean, not everyone is friends with an Enderman with a sled-pulling wolf-dog, right?
Anyway, pretty soon, I was sitting next to Eddy in that old minecart, which could have been a pretty cool moment—if I weren’t having a TOTAL FREAKOUT.
Because driving that minecraft sleigh was a whole lot harder than it looked!
If I tugged the reins attached to Pearl’s harness to the right, she would SORT of go right. But she wasn’t big on going left. Which meant I’d probably just end up riding around in circles on Christmas Day.
Eddy hung out with me as long as he could, but when the sun started to come up, he hopped out of the cart and was by Pearl’s side in flash. “See ya tonight, Gerald,” he said as he grabbed Pearl’s collar and teleported away.
Then it was just me sitting in that minecart, wondering what in the Overworld I was getting myself into.
Twenty-four hours ‘til Christmas. And counting . . .