Em volunteered for a shift as an elf at Santa's Workshop. I was always under the impression that the North Pole was harsh and isolated, up beyond the tundra on glacial ice, but it turns out it's like five blocks from my house.
I took Mo when it was about time to pick Em up, and to my shock and amazement, she didn't want to go sit with Santa. Rather, she wanted to go see santa until she was presented with the dude in the flesh. At which point, I think, she got the willies a little bit.
Eventually, Em used her elfin magic to prod her over to the bench with the St. Nick. But, since Mo wouldn't tell him what she wanted for Christmas, it's going to be a lump of coal in her stocking. That'll teach her.
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