Winter is a busy time for the house imps, what with hiding scarfs, mittens and such, but they still looked forward to endless hours of mischief. Truth be told, they loved their work.
As silent as church mice, they slunk around the house looking for the dusty boxes that held last year’s decorations.
“I’ve found them, Jack,” squealed young Footfungi.
Jack O’Lantern frowned at his eager apprentice, “Howld ya whisht young’un!”
“Sorry, I forgot!” apologised Footfungi, but he could hardly contain his excitement. They’d found the mother lode; Christmas lights!
They had been working perfectly when they’d been packed away.