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"Trixie!" the old man in a red velvet suit bellowed at the top of his lungs. He had fallen victim to my latest prank.
In my defence, it was meant for the head elf Peppermint. I thought she needed to lighten up a little, she made my poor buddy Jingle cry into his handiwork so hard, he was taken off the line up. Seven years that elf has been working on the painting and decoration station for the wooden toys, and now he's suck in the back room testing toys. The worst job imaginable for us elves, nobody wants to work in there. Except for Kringle, but then he's a whole other story.
Anyway, we seem to have gone off topic. When Jingle told me what the head elf had done, over a mug of candy cane hot cocoa, it made me angry. Jingle is my best friend, but he's a little too shy to be exertive, so that's where I stepped in. I had a brilliant plan all mapped out, but I guess I overlooked one tiny detail. I hadn't counted for the big guy to come in for an inspection for today. Yes, I'm talking about Santa Claus himself, the old man in a red suit who delivers presents to all the children of the world in one night.
Yeah, that guy. He had fallen victim to the elaborate contraption I had left out for Peppermint. He had tripped over the thin cord I had tied from two rafters, stumbled onto so unfortunate trains that had been left on the workshop floor, skated around the room struggling to catch his balance and then ended up crashed into the large Christmas tree at the rear of the room. All the decorations had fallen off the branches, shattering to the floor, leaving poor Santa covered in tinsel and dying fairy lights.
I'm a good elf, honest. Okay, you got me. Damn, saw right through my innocent act, didn't ya? The name's Trixie, and like my name suggests, I'm a bit of a trickster especially around the holiday season. But the other elves are no fun! They are all buttoned up squares who are all too serious for a little fun and games, matching off to Santa's workshop without a care in the world. Oh, did I forget to mention, I'm one of those happy little workshop elves. Hah, if only the boys and girls of world knew how wild the North pole got leading up to the main event.
Mrs Claus came in after she heard the big man collide with the tree. Her jaw hit the floor as she wailed, running to his side to help him back on his feet. There's no denying the fact, I caused this horrible mess in the workshop and it would take ages to fix it. Both the Claus's and my fellow elf kin know I am at fault here. But in my defence, I was only trying to help a friend. I cast my eyes to the floor, noticing the all-too-familiar reindeer slippers of my best friend staring back at me. I looked up to catch his gaze, but I am immediately greeted with a scowl and a disappointing shake of the head. Maybe it wasn't a good idea after all, I can't wait to hear what my punishment will be this time.
Santa had got himself back onto his shiny black boots with the help of his wife, tinsel was still draped around his head and neck, "You've gone too far little elf, I'm afraid there will be consequences," he said sternly, in a tone that was rare to hear. His white brow frowned, "I'm removing you from the workshop and adding you to the naughty list permanently."
It was now my turn for my jaw to hit the floor. All the elves in the workshop broke out in gasps with one elf commenting the very words that shook me to my core. No elf had ever been placed on the naughty list before. I gulped hard. There was no coming back from this.
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