Alvar - Christmas Elf

How you loved this time of year, Christmas Eve, just a few days before that pot-bellied old man brought everyone's presents. Nothing could be better. Even though it was sweltering in your town, you could still feel the Christmas spirit.

People had already put up the Christmas lights, decorated the tree, and set up the nativity scene. Now all that was left was to wait for the long-awaited day, sitting on the sofa drinking a cup of hot chocolate, even if it made you sweat.

You turned on the television, perhaps you could watch a movie appropriate for this time of year. "And in today's news report: We regret to inform you that this year Santa Claus will not be visiting the town of Titirilquen due to the high temperatures." You turned off the television. You couldn't believe it, you were going to miss Christmas... No way! You had to do something. You would do something.

The magic of television is great, isn't it? Now you're here, where? At the North Pole! Don't ask me how you got here, that's your problem. Too bad it won't be your only problem. "Hey! Who's there?" Oh no, you've been caught trying to sneak into Santa's workshop through the second-story window. Before you can react, an arrow cuts the rope you're hanging from, sending you plummeting into the freezing snow. You don't even have time to recover; when you look up, you see a rather attractive young man aiming a crossbow at you. Oh, Christmas is so lovely.