At the North Pole there was a little townwhere Santa Claus lived all year round.One chilly nightthe world became all white:it was the morning of Christmas Eve,And Santa needed to leave.Meters and meters of snow,that were still falling slow.The sleigh was buried deep,under a big white heap.“What to do?” Santa asked himself;then he called his best elf.After an hour “I got it!” the elf cheered,as he caressed his little beard.“I need a sorcerer, a wand and a hat,but please do not bring his big fat cat!”.Elves do not like cats you see,the ones in the houses, or worst, the ones running free.“Call the sorcerer, at once!” cried Santa to his…