Here it is the Christmas season once again and everyone is in a cheerful mood. Everyone that is, but us elves. I don't think anyone ever stops to think about what a hectic time it is for the workers up in the North Pole. We are so busy that we don't get much sleep all through the year and then the Christmas season comes and we are expected to work overtime. The work load is getting heavier and heavier every year with all of those kids asking for more and more and more. What ever happened to asking for just one or two things? Some of our elves are so totally exhausted that their magic is starting to disappear. When that happens they are sent away to a retirement elf home just south of here. Can you believe that? We are just discarded after hundreds of years of faithful service. My own magic is beginning to flicker and I am terrified to mention it to anyone.
Hi, my name is Bellafar and this is my story.