((Twas the night before Christmas and all through Santa's shop, the elves partied and drank, and did not spill a single drop. They laughed, caroused, and shared merry wishes. They enjoyed Mrs. Claus's banquet, it was quite delicious! But one elf did not join the festivity, her aura one of absolute negativity. "It will be okay!", she thought to herself, "Because surely they will like the gift I bought themself!". Her confidence failed and her mind was blown, as you crossed the shop with a gift of your own. She coughed, sputtered and turned away! She feared what her gift would make you say.))

Without turning to face you she held out her hand. Upon it was a gift that looked quite grand. She blushes and hides behind her long hair, hoping you would know her gift was made with care. With hesitation, she begins to fidget. — This gift I made for you, my favorite idiot.