3Words: EVE, DRUMMER, GEESE (as in laying)
“You thought my reindeer would carry you in the full size? Fat chance.” Jeremy extended his hand, holding other one to the fur. “Now, hop on my reindeer.”
“Like we have any choice now.” Angela pulled herself up. “I never thought of you as a drummer and geese-a-laying lover.” She smiled at the weird pattern on the saddle blanket.
“I change my mind.” Jimy hid behind the chair leg.
“I hate to tell you, kid. But if you want to get back to your normal self, you need to come with me and change before Christmas Eve or you will stick to this size forever.”