The Forgotten Helper: A Christmas Story

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Aben is Santa's best toy maker. He is also Santa's grouchiest, most ill-behaved elf. On Christmas Eve while Santa and the other elves are delivering gifts, Aben's task is to watch the reindeer. But at the very last house, Aben sneaks down the chimney to take a look around. When he comes back up to the roof, Santa, the elves, and the sleigh are gone! Aben must wait a whole year until Santa returns. As the stranded Aben investigates the house, he finds a young girl who is as grouchy and mischievous as he is. No ...
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Overview

Aben is Santa's best toy maker. He is also Santa's grouchiest, most ill-behaved elf. On Christmas Eve while Santa and the other elves are delivering gifts, Aben's task is to watch the reindeer. But at the very last house, Aben sneaks down the chimney to take a look around. When he comes back up to the roof, Santa, the elves, and the sleigh are gone! Aben must wait a whole year until Santa returns. As the stranded Aben investigates the house, he finds a young girl who is as grouchy and mischievous as he is. No wonder Santa almost didn't stop to bring Ivy gifts this year. And who's to say he will next year if this incorrigible girl doesn't learn to behave? So begins Aben's adventure: he must learn about Ivy and devise a plan to ensure that Santa will come back for him next Christmas Eve.

When he is left behind at the house of a very bad little girl, Santa's grouchiest elf must find a way to improve her behavior so that Santa will return the following Christmas and take him back to the North Pole.

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In Forgotten Helper, T. Lewis provides a Christmas story for kids with reading skills at the chapter book level: Aben is Santa's best toymaker -and the grouchiest, worst-behaved elf. When he's left behind by mistake, he must wait a whole year at a child's house for Santa's return - only to find his counterpart in an ill-behaved child. Black and white drawings in this appealing tale.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780440416807
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 9/1/1902
  • Pages: 96
  • Age range: 8 - 11 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 7.68 (h) x 0.25 (d)

Meet the Author

Lorrie Moore
Lorrie Moore

Lorrie Moore is the author of the story collections Like Life and Self-Help, and the novels Who Will Run the Frog Hospital? and Anagrams. Her work has appeared in The New Yorker, The Best American Short Stories, and Prize Stories: The O. Henry Awards. She is a professor of English at the University of Wisconsin in Madison.
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The North Pole

Many, many years ago, long before now, there was an elf named Aben who was the very best toymaker at the North Pole.

He'd spent twelve years in Santa's Train and Fire Truck workshop, thirteen in the Dolls and Toy Soldiers Department, fourteen in Stuffing Various Animals and Gluing On Eyes, and a year and a half in Advanced Contraptions. He knew just about everything there was to know about making toys.

He was also a prankster and a crank. He was quicker and older than the other elves, and he was impatient for amusement. "I am bored!" he often shouted. Sometimes, when the other elves were having to concentrate on their work, he would tie their stocking caps together. Then he would step back and laugh and laugh. Or he would give one of them a fig bar and say it was a brownie in a tan coat—just to fool them. Or he would hide in the beams of the workshop and drop ice balls or gumdrops or sometimes an entire box of straight pins right into their projects. He would wring his hands and a puckish magic would flow out of his fingers. He caused apple pies to appear briefly on everybody's head.

In short, Aben was no help at all.

Lately Aben had even been putting on airs, dressing up in his Sunday best, lighting up Havana cigars as thick as thumbs. He refused to say good morning to some of the elves, whose brains he felt were slipshod and full of strawberry jam. He rarely wore the standard elf outfit of flannel coveralls, stocking cap, and jingle bells. Mostly he dressed in wool gabardines, a herringbone vest, a blouse with a silk cravat, and a swallowtail coat made of velveteen. When another elf approached him for assistance with a toy trainor for advice on a particularly advanced contraption, Aben would lean back against a wall and light up a cigar.

"Can't help you now, dear boy," Aben would say. "I musn't muss my sartorial splendor." It seemed to him that no one at the North Pole had cultivated a healthy appreciation of either mischief or elegance. And those were Aben's hobbies.

Nonetheless, Aben's profession was toymaking. When he was younger he had won all the prizes and awards there were to be won: Best Toy Fire Engine, Best Toy Train. Now toymaking seemed dreary to him. Now certain things were expected, and it made him cross.

"Aben, show us how to fix this caboose."

"Aben, could you put the finishing touches on this doll?"

"Aben, why aren't you helping us? It's almost Christmas Eve!"

Aben mimicked the elves with a surly face. He tarnished their jingle bells with cigar smoke. In the Advanced Contraptions workroom he swung from the ceiling lights like a chimpanzee, coattails flying, and announced himself the most Advanced Contraption of all. Hee-hee!

Then one day Santa Claus burst in like an inspector. He looked red-eyed and scolding and was in shirtsleeves and suspenders. His pants were unbuttoned, and he had not yet tied up his laces, which, loose as linguine, slapped the floor as he strode into the workshop.

"ABEN?" bellowed Santa. He scanned the toyshop, but he could not find Aben among the other elves, who were standing frozen in their tracks. One of the littlest elves cleared his throat and pointed a discreet finger up, toward the ceiling.

Aben was hanging from the lights, wearing a pink party hat and a mask over his eyes. He was puffing on a cigar and flicking the ashes onto the sewing machines below. He was drinking champagne.

"Aben!" Santa yelled. "What are you doing up there?"

"I am having a ball," replied Aben. "A Christmas ball."

Santa was furious. He held up a toy caboose whose wheels had been nailed onto its roof every which way. "Aben, you are my best toymaker. You are my master craftsman. Why aren't you helping the other elves?"

Aben tugged on his vest. He adjusted his party hat. He started to puff on his cigar again, then changed his mind. He regarded Santa for a moment with a sour expression. Then he stuck out his tongue.

"That does it!" shouted Santa. All the elves (except for Aben) gasped. "Aben, you're going with me on my rounds tomorrow night, but you may not go down into the houses with the other elves. You, my prize elf, will stay on the rooftops and guard the reindeer!"

With that, Santa stormed out of the shop, red-faced and white-knuckled, his bootlaces flapping and clicking underfoot.

"Reindeer Guard, humph!" grumbled Aben, puffing once more on his cigar. "Very, very indeed."

On Christmas Eve, Aben sat in the rear of the sleigh, squeezed behind a bag of toys. The other elves bounced joyfully around him, yapping and crowing in their coveralls and bells. They descended into house after house, down chimney after chimney, and they reported back to Aben with an irritating enthusiasm. "That family had the most beautiful silver garlands!" or "Aben, you should have seen that Christmas tree!"

Aben, in his gabardines and silk cravat, wanted badly to go down the chimney with the others, but he tried not to let on. In fact, he pretended that he and the reindeer were doing fascinating things up on the roof while everyone was gone.

"You wouldn't believe what Blitzen here just told me," he would begin, and chuckle artificially, waving his cigar around. "In fact, in your absence, Donner did an amazing pantomime and a little soft-shoe that would have knocked your jingle bells off."

The other elves knew the reindeer better than this, and they also knew that Aben thought the reindeer tiresome and daft. So they interrupted Aben, saying, "We just saw the most magnificent living room!" Or, simply, "Oh, Aben, don't make up tales. It's not nice."

Nice! Rooftop after rooftop, Aben remained huddled in the sleigh next to the toys, keeping scarcely half an eye on the reindeer, who really needed no eye at all. Aben scowled at the teddy bear next to him, plucked the rose boutonniere from the bear's lapel, and stuck it in his own. What did he care that he, Santa's prize toymaker, was now Reindeer Guard, Teddy Bear Vandal, Boutonniere Thief? Disgraced! He folded his arms and frowned. He lit up another cigar and blew pale smoke out into the bitter, wintry night. "Merry Christmas," muttered Aben. "Very, very indeed."


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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 29, 2010

    An interesting twist on a Chrismas tale.

    In this book things took a turn, or didn't have the typical things that are in a book, which made it even more addicting. This book was what I thought it was fun, exciting and tells a funny Christmas tale. In other ways though, it wasn't what I thought it was going to be. I thought the book was different (but in a good way).
    n The Forgotten Helper, there's an elf named Aven. Although he's the oldest, he's the fastest and full of dangerous but also funny mischief. One Christmas Eve, Aven gets left behind. He gets left at a little girl's house. He is forced to live there in her attic. Aven assumes he will stay there until Santa comes back the next year.
    When he sees the little girl's, Ivy, behavior that might change he thinks. He's afraid he might never see the North Pole again. So will Aven be able to change Ivy's behavior or somehow get past the vicious dog next door at the nicest kid's house. The nice kid's name is Osgood, get it?
    I absolutely love this book. It was addicting with wonderful description and beautiful story telling. I have to say the author, Lorrie Moore, did a great job on everything. I also have to say that the illustrator did a wonderful job illustrating the thoughts of the words and descriptions.
    Carolyn-age 10

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