It was Christmas morning at the Yuletide Pools but there was one festive fish who was not happy.
“Coral?” Shrieked Dolly Fin. “A stocking full of coral?”
She couldn’t believe it. She had done everything imaginable to stay on the Nice List: decorated the reef with wreaths, served fishy pudding at the food tank, and even performed “Jingle Shells” at the sea-nior center.
“What’s the porpoise of trying?” She wondered as she plunked herself onto a sunken ship.
Suddenly, a submarine shot through the surf. It was glittered and golden with a glowing red light. Green letters on its side read, “Underwater Santa Sleigh- North Pole.”
Then St. Nick himself, in a bright red SCUBA suit, popped out of the submarine and swam right over to the forlorn fish. He fumbled around in his Santa sack for a moment then pulled out the one thing Dolly Fin had always wanted: a pair of glass flippers.
“Sorry about the mixup!” He said, “You weren’t on my Naughty List. You were on my Nautical List!”