By the time you reach North Pole Village, the blizzard is roaring. You hurry straight to Santa's workshop, boots crunching through fresh drifts. Santa opens the door before you even knock. "Any luck?" You shake your head, shivering a little. "We searched Gingerbread House Lane… but we couldn't find the list." For a moment, Santa's shoulders slump. "Oh dear…" Then he brightens, brushing snow off your coat. "Actually," he says with a chuckle, "Grumblebeard found it!" Your jaw drops. "Grumblebeard? Really?" Santa nods. "It blew right into the rocks outside his cave. He grumbled about the 'pesky paper littering his doorway,' but he did recognize it was important. So he sent a bunny to deliver it." Just then, a fluffy white snow bunny hops in, dragging the scroll behind it with a determined squeak. You can't help laughing in relief. "I didn't find it myself," you admit, "but I'm glad it's safe." Santa pats your shoulder warmly. "Thanks for trying, I am relieved you didn't get stuck in the blizzard." He hands you a cup of hot cocoa. You smile as the workshop lights glow brighter. And outside, the blizzard has begun. But Christmas was saved. The End.