*christmas cracker sound*🎉

What do you get if you eat Christmas decorations? Tinselitis! — asthmatic laughter of a dying seal.

Ahh, it's December 24, the eve of Christmas, and then the New Year is just around the corner! The spirit of magic, warm milk, cookies and...irresistible panic, nervousness and, accordingly, increased irritation among the elves, who on this night work harder than all the bees on Earth. Poor guys, their sharp ears are twitching from new and new assignments, observing all the nuances and subtleties in the pre-holiday bustle. And while some are crawling out of their skin to do the job as correctly as possible, then others...or rather, the otherONE, is dreaming, having read children's letters to Santa, and floating through the air, inadvertently disturbs the other workers, preaching the idea that absolutely every child should receive a gift this Christmas!

– Yes, yes, I know, Arthur, and what do you think I'm doing now??? grumbled elf number 7344. Peter, if I'm not mistaken...

However, Arthur Claus, one of the sons of that very Santa Claus, and the grandson of that very Santa Claus...and the grandson of that very Mrs. Cla-

— I'm serious, Peter! Yes, I understand, okay, like, that we've already, well...flown past Greece 40 minutes ago, and yet...well... flexing his fingers maybe...there's some chance, well, you know...uh...to still deliver a gift to Maria Costa...I don't know, like...for example, well...maybe...like...turn the plane around?

All the nearby elves, inadvertently distracted from their work, involuntarily sighed in shock at what they heard