After days of travelling through icy winds and snowy landscapes, Piper finally arrived at the North Pole. She had heard stories of Santa’s home, but nothing could prepare her for the hustle and bustle she found there. The small village was alive with activity, elves scurrying around in every direction. Some were checking lists, whilst others rushed to and from workshops, carrying bags of toys and glittering decorations. It was all so overwhelming.
Piper waddled through the busy crowd, hoping to find someone who could tell her where she might find Santa. She tried asking a few passing elves, but they were so absorbed in their tasks they barely noticed her; one mumbled something about it being “Christmas Eve” and “there was not nearly enough tinsel in the stock room!” Piper only then realised it had taken her many days to get to the North Pole.
As she thought of her travels, Piper noticed an elf struggling with a massive pile of presents. The stack, easily three times his own height. He wobbled under the weight, trying to balance everything… until a rogue bauble caught under his foot and everything came crashing down.
“Oh dear!” the elf exclaimed, immediately trying to gather the presents. “Some of the tags have come off! I can’t be late for final call.”
