Go Elf Yourself
The big day is approaching, and hijinks ensue at the North Pole
For centuries, the North Pole had operated with the flawless precision of a well-oiled music box. Every December, sacks of letters cascaded through the enchanted mail chutes in glittering avalanches. Elves hammered, sawed, painted, and enchanted toys until their nimble fingers blurred into green streaks. Reindeer pawed the frost in perfect synchronization, and Santa’s sleigh lifted off every Christmas Eve on the stroke of...