How the Christmas Elves Take Care of the Christmas Gifts

Once upon a time in a snowy little village, where the lights of Christmas already sparkled in the windows and the scent of freshly baked cookies filled the air, only six days remained until Christmas! The excitement could be felt everywhere—but in the secret elf workshop at the foot of the snow-covered mountain, it was anything but quiet. This was the home of Anton, a cheerful little elf with a red hat that almost covered his eyes. His heart beat for the magic of Christmas and the joy of children.

The workshop buzzed with life and lights. Colorful gifts and twinkling decorations were everywhere, while the joyful laughter of his fellow elves echoed through the room.
“Have you seen Lena’s wish list? She wants her very own dog!” Anton called out excitedly, climbing over a huge pile of letters to Santa. The scent of fresh pine and cinnamon hung in the air like a promise of festive joy.

With every letter they checked, Anton felt a tingle of excitement in his belly. He could already imagine the bright eyes of the children on Christmas Eve when they opened their gifts.
But suddenly, Anton noticed one list was missing—Timmy’s!
“Where is Timmy’s wish list?” he asked, concerned. A quick look around at the puzzled faces of his friends told him they were just as confused.

Together, they set off on a little adventure through the snowy landscape, as big flakes gently fell from the sky and turned the world into a sparkling winter wonderland. The sound of crunching snow under their tiny boots followed them as they walked.
“Maybe Timmy hung it on the Christmas tree!” suggested a little elf named Lila, her eyes lighting up.

When they finally reached the village square, there stood the giant Christmas tree, decorated with colorful ornaments and shimmering tinsel. They looked up anxiously—and there it was! Several wish lists were tucked into the branches, including Timmy’s!
Anton felt a rush of relief and joy.
“We just have to get it down!” he said, instructing his friends to fetch a little ladder.

Once they had the list, they saw Timmy hadn’t asked for much—just one small thing: a book about dragon adventures.

Back at the workshop, Anton and his friends worked with all their heart to make sure every single wish was fulfilled in time. Every movement brought joy: the tapping of tools, the crinkle of wrapping paper, and the cheerful singing filled the air with holiday spirit. When the final bow was tied, Anton felt a wave of happiness wash over him.
It wasn’t just about giving—it was knowing they had created something truly magical together.

On Christmas Eve, the elves gathered around the big wooden table and warmed themselves with mugs of cocoa and fresh cookies. Outside, the snow whispered against the windows and the stars sparkled like tiny diamonds. Anton knew: the most important part of Christmas wasn’t just the gifts or the feast—it was the shared moments, the laughter, and the joy they gave each other.

And so, with hearts full of peace, they closed their eyes and sent warm wishes into the night for all the children in the world. As the Christmas star shone its brightest, you could hear a gentle “Ho ho ho!” float through the cold night—it was Santa Claus on his way to bring joy to every little heart filled with wonder.

And so, Christmas came once again—full of love and sparkling eyes.