In honor of the arrival of little baby North West, here is a brief excerpt from my book North Pole High, which I believe was the inspiration for the beautiful name of Kanye and Kim's new daughter!
This is from the scene where Rudy, Snowflake, Silentnight, and I first stepped foot inside Rocks, a popular ice bar in Eggnog Alley...
Already pushing his way past everyone else, Rudy was all too eager to indulge in my cutsies without so much as the courtesy to wait for my say-so. Not that I would have left him out in the cold, but still.
I waved Silent and Snow over and fished a cookie out of my purse for Nagloolik. The four of us then crossed the chilly threshold together.
I’d heard Rocks was made entirely of ice—that was the inside joke we had giggled about when Rudy referred to the place as “cool”—but if I’d known how beautiful it was inside, how stunning, beyond anything I’d ever dreamed, I would have insisted we check it out years ago.
Chiseled blocks of ice formed frozen tables and seats. Smoothly powdered ice columns rose from the floor. Curtains of glistening icicles dangled across space in intricate, criss-cross patterns. Drinks were served at a long, translucent bar. Every piece of ice glowed in an ever-changing array of swirling hues that flashed and pulsated with the driving beat of the music being spun by Kanye North, the DJ seal. On the slippery stage next to him, three dancing-girl seals performed all manner of flips and loop-the-loops over vertical ice rings, like floppy, breathing, bendable Hot Wheels cars. What a sight!
|Kanye "North" (lol)|
The clientele included polar bears, walruses, and several other humans besides us, but mostly the place was crawling with elves. Elves everywhere. Climbing the barstools, sliding across the floor, hanging from ice sculptures.
Only a few steps inside the door, a large, feathery flipper landed on my shoulder. My heart leaped out of my parka. I spun around, relieved to find a stern but familiar penguin face bearing down on me. “Chefy!”
“Does your father know where you are, Candycane?”
My nerves frayed again. I pressed my lips together and stared up his beak with hopeful, pleading eyes. “He won’t find out from you, will he?”
And North, I hope you'll come up and visit us here at the North Pole some time. I had the elves make this cute little baby polar bear just for you:
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