A Very Unhelpful Christmas Elf
On Christmas Eve, everyone in the North Pole was panicking. Santa’s sleigh was ready, the reindeer were warmed up, but one tiny problem remained: the presents were missing.
Santa turned to his newest elf, Kevin.
“Kevin,” Santa said, rubbing his beard, “where did you put the toys?”
Kevin looked nervous. “Well… I organized them.”
Santa raised an eyebrow. “Organized how?”
“Alphabetically,” Kevin said proudly. “By the child’s middle name.”
The workshop went silent.
The reindeer stopped chewing. Mrs. Claus dropped a cookie.
Santa sighed. “Kevin… children don’t know their middle names.”
Kevin blinked. “They don’t?”
So the elves worked all night, sorting toys again. By the time Santa took off, it was already morning.
Luckily, Christmas magic saved the day — every child still got their present.
Kevin was reassigned the next year.
Now he labels cookies.
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