CANDLE LIGTH,HOPES AND ELVES...

 A flicker of light touches the candle by the bookcase

 A tiny pair of patter feet is heard on the table

The elves are amoung us tonight...

Mischieve is just a way of entertainement

As a little pen is brought out

And words are aded to the script

Of hopes and dreams this storie is made up.

A candle light slowly dies as the morning light apears

The elves are amiss

The storie almost finished

The door id open in the studio as the writer enters.

The End

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