One Girl.

One Girl

Being an elf had been interesting. On my final night all, our hearts got touched. With letters pages long, each young child eyes shone while they whispered secret desires in his ear. Everyone wanted something from Santa.

Tightly grasping this colorful box obviously wrapped by child, she said no words as we climbed two stairs. Handed him the present, gave a big hug and then left, gone into crowds of last minute shoppers.

Nobody was more flabbergasted then Mr. Claus himself when he read one homemade card, tears fell freely.

You deserve to be happy too.
Merry Christmas.
Love Sally