Finally, Mrs. Claus gave the order to open the huge hanger door. Clunks, swirls, and clicks sounded as the wheels were put in motion to open the huge steel doors.
But the clicks turned into a clunk and the whirls into a strained whine as the doors refused to open.
“We’re snowed in,” Mrs. Claus heard a reporting elf say through her intercom in the DR. She buried her face in her hands for a moment.
“Oh, cinnamon sticks! The doors won’t open with the weight of the snow on them…what can we do?”
The same reporting elf spoke again,
“I know this isn’t the best time Mrs. Claus, but the recovery hanger is melting. It was never designed to have the sleighs powered up for more than a minute or two!”
Mrs. Claus remained silent for a moment, then turned to the group of elves still gathered in the delivery update room.
“Santa’s in trouble, and the Relves are stranded in their launch hangar due to the recent snowstorm.” She paused, then almost pleaded,
“Is there anything we can do?”