“Elf!”
Santa
called the entire multitude of workers crammed into the workshop ‘elf’ but Elf
knew he was being addressed. He hunched his misshapen shoulders as Santa loomed
over him examining the Furby he’d been stuffing. After an eternity Santa grunted
and thundered on. Elf sighed and rubbed his elongated ears. They’d been normal
once but Santa “Claws” had a grip like an enraged crab. Elf dismissed the
thought before it drew Santa’s ire. Santa always knew.
“I won’t be naughty again!” A boy screeched as
the reindeer herded him inside.
Elf tutted, had he truly resembled this strange
creature?