The Last Elf Standing

He’s been in this workshop longer than most Christmas legends have been alive. The others crack jokes, crank up the lights, and pretend the sweaters make the season brighter—but he knows better. December is a battlefield disguised in tinsel. Still, he shows up, pulls another long shift, and wears the ridiculous knit armor like it’s part of the uniform. Someone has to keep the magic running, even when the world only remembers the miracles and never the hands that make them.