You were standing outside after a day full of cheer and joy. Presents were open, food was had, and Neil over analyzing everything to the point where your mother had to tell him to be quiet. You threw on a Christmas movie for everyone to gather today to enjoy. As night fallen, your family was either playing with their new present or sound a sleep on the couch. But you, you were waiting for someone.
A soft jiggle of bells signaled that your boyfriend had arrive. You turn around to see he was adjusting his scarf, “I would of been here sooner, but Curtis was afraid of being left alone, so he was asking me all kinds of questions.”
“What could go wrong? Dad never had an issue; if you don’t count his first time out as Santa or toy Santa taking over the Pole.” You made a grim face before continuing on, “Plus, you don’t start production until January.” Bernard walked over to you, kissing your cheek as you spoke.
“I don’t know. Considering he wants to be in charge so badly, you would think he would be loving this.” Bernard said as he was putting on his gloves. He held an arm out for you and you looped your arm with his.
You shook your head, “oh Curtis.”
Bernard squeezed your arm with his gloved hand, “so, where to?”
“Let’s go that way-” you pointed to your right, “this one house went all out. I swear you can see them from space with the amount of lights they put on their house.”
Bernard never experienced the human world during Christmas, always stuck at the Pole waiting for Santa to return to the Pole after delivering presents. But this year you managed to get him to come down now that Curtis had enough experiences with running the Pole.
As you walked along, Carols were out singing as they walked the snow covered sidewalk. You could see into a few homes where families and friends were having their Christmas fest. Others were opening presents and some kids and adults were outside playing with their new toys. Snow ball fights were happening; over all everyone was having a jolly good time.
You stopped in front of the house you were telling Bernard about, while they did have a light show, in order to hear the music you had to have a radio. With luck a mini van with a family rolled up and they rolled down the window so that you two could listen too.
“You really do love Christmas down here, huh?” Bernard laugh as he made that comment.
“Some more than others.” You walked past houses that didn’t decorate or did the bare minimum and of course those few who went all out covering their entire lawn with inflatable snowman’s, reindeer, Santa with reindeer and much more.
You reach the small park in your area; it was quiet little area with a whisper of carols in the background. The two of you walked up to the fountain (that wasn’t on due to the cold), enjoying being alone.
You let go of Bernard’s arm, walking a few feet in front of him when an idea came to you, “hey Bernard-” when you turned around, Bernard was down on one knee with a small navy box in his hand. His brown eyes shining in the street light. His cheeks were rosier than normal, his face filled with love and kindness. As small gasp escape your lips as Bernard opens the box to reveal a diamond ring, “(Y/N), Will you marry me?”
✨ Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy Thursday! ✨
Heyyyy, I saw you were opening your requests again. I was hoping you’d write something with Bernard in which the reader is pregnant but she goes into labor on Christmas Eve/day and it gets kind of chaotic?
Everyday you wake up with Bernard crossing off the calendar he had over his little desk in bedroom. He was so excited to be a father. Bernard would bring breakfast to you in bed; he wanted you to rest as much as possible.
He was always by your side at every doctor’s appointment, he over saw all the construction of the crib, clothes, toys, and anything else that you two would need for your precious gift. He wanted everything to be perfect.
At times you had to sneak away from him, wanting fresh air and some alone time. You loved him dearly, but with your hormones being unstable at the moment, you wanted to calm yourself down by yourself.
You were walking around the village with a hand on you ever growing belly as you were making your way to the toy factory. You were growing bored with being by yourself. You missed the hustle and bustle of the factory. Even if you couldn’t do much, you wanted to be among the crowd.
“Woah! Where do you think you are going?” Your ever loving husband and head elf Bernard rushed over to you, abandoning a talk he was having with two other elves once he spotted you.
“I’m going to Australia.” You said sarcastically causing Bernard to roll his eyes. “I’m going to see how things are in the factory and to stretch my legs.”
“One, you have nothing to check on since Jerry took over for you. And two, the doctor said you should be resting!” Bernard stood in front of you causing you to pause your walking.
“The doctor cleared me this morning after my appointment. He said walking would be good for my mood.” You reminded him.
The head elf sighs, “I know, it’s just-”
“I will be fine sweetheart.” You place a hand on his rosy cheek as you smile at his pouting face. “If anything happens, there will be 30 elves who will whisk me away to the hospital.” The elves all around you have been on heighten alert since the news of your pregnancy broke. Your baby is the second most important person in the North Pole only being beaten by Santa’s baby.
“I know.” Bernard reached out placing a hand on your belly softly rubbing it. “How about we get some food. I’m sure you could use some.”
“Oh mistletoe, yes please! This little one-” you peer down, “won’t let me stop eating!”
Bernard chuckles, “well, lets get you both something.”
Bernard was so good with your needs; wanted or not. If he saw you shiver, even the slightest, he would wrap a scarf around your neck to keep you wear. Most days he refuse to let you out of bed, bring you everything that you needed. You had to tell him that you had to move around for you physical and mental sake.
There times when he has a meeting that he couldn’t miss, he has either Curtis or Judy to watch over you with 20 elves in the shadows to keep a close eye on you.
When the day arrived for you to deliver, the whole town went into action. Elves cleared a path for a quick and stress free trip to the hospital. You were in lying in the hospital bed with someone missing from your side; Bernard. He was in a meeting with Santa and the other Legendary Figures. A messenger elf was sent to quickly fetch Bernard.
After a few moments, Bernard rushed into your room with Santa behind him. “Of course the baby waits until I’m in a meeting to come.” Bernard muttered as rushes up to your side, kissing you on your lips.
“Something tells me she going to cause some chaos for us.” You commented
“That’s alright. No matter what she throws at us, we can handle it.” Bernard smiles at you.
“And you have me and Mrs. Claus to help out too.” Santa stood on the other side of you, picking up one of your hands and lightly pats it.
“Thank you Santa.”
“Hey, got to watch over my number 1 elf’ wife and child.” Santa smiles at you while winking.
“Alright!” Your doctor walks in, “whose ready to have a baby!”
“Bernard! Look what I got!” You rushed over to your boyfriend, shoving a box into his face. He was visiting you on his very rare day off.
Bernard takes the box, “a gingerbread house kit?” He looks up to you with a puzzle look on his face.
“Yeah! I thought we could make this and watch Christmas movies.”
“(Y/N), you do know I could of gotten you the supplies for free, right?”
“And build a plain, old, run of the mill house? This-” you point to the box, “is an Oreo gingerbread house!”
“And I can ask Matthew to make you one if that’s what you wanted.” Bernard pointed that out.
“Well-” you grabbed the box from him, “too late now. I’m going to be making this.”
It was a few days before Christmas, and as you made your way into your kitchen, you noticed that Bernard was standing in your kitchen next to your table, “Bernard, sweetheart, what is this?” You carefully eyed everything before you.
“Well, I thought you could use a more high quality gingerbread pieces and candy. I had Matthew and the other elves put together a little package for you and your family.”
“Bernard-” you looked over your table, “there is enough pieces here to create a city.”
“Yeah-” Bernard looked everything over again, “they went a bit overboard.”
“Understatement.” You mutter.
“I can take it back to them and-” he started to grab a few things.
“No, no it’s fine. Just a bit overwhelming.” You thought for a moment, “Let’s clear some space and get started.”
You decided to abandoned your Oreo kit for the authentic gingerbread pieces. Bernard handed you the pre-colored frosting and sprinkles to get your started.
You were struggling a bit to keep the walls up, Bernard held the pieces for you as you iced the seams together. Thankfully, the icing dried quickly, so you were able to move on. You decided that your house needed a chimney. Off to the left side of your house, you laid a thick line of icing in a rectangular shape and iced the side of the gingerbread pieces and managed to keep them up without Bernard’s help.
You were proud of your gingerbread house, even if it was a bit lopsided with icing not so perfectly place; candy gumdrops place here and there. You made a bush with the icing and covered it with tiny candy balls. You were happy that you made a house.
When you looked over to what Bernard was doing, you saw masterpiece. It was a type of house you want to move into. Icing perfectly and even laying in place, not dripping or crooked. Every placement of candy was thought out. Even the gingerbread people were perfectly done with outfits and hair. Even the gingerbread dog was perfectly done.
Your jaw dropped and Bernard took a quick noticed of it, “I had thousands of years of practice and a really good teacher.”
Hi beautiful! This is the person from last year who requested Krampus’s elf X Bernard story and I came to ask if you could add an expansion onto that story this year (hopefully with smut) since it’s Bernard season now I thought I would ask since I’m obsessed with him and your fics! I hope you have a great season 
Can you make a Bernard the Elf x reader where they haven’t seen each other in many many years and they use to be childhood lovers (but like she had to leave for reasons and that’s why they broke up). But now she kinda just shows up after yearsssss.
Bernard’s mind wonders back to you. Back when you were still here. Growing up the two of you were inseparable. Even though the two of you were young at the time, Bernard knew he wanted to marry you when the two of you got older.
He wasn’t sure why you left. One day he walked into his office to find a note from you saying your were leaving the Pole, but you didn’t leave a reason as to why you left. Panicked, he rushed around the Pole asking everyone if they had any idea on why you left, but he came up empty.
That was 100 years ago, giving up hope that you would return, his heart turned bitter, snapping at anyone who questioned him. He made snark remarks, and dived into his work trying to forget his past.
He watched as Santas came and went, one more cruel then the others. Some actually care about their work. But it wasn’t until Scott Calvin became the new Santa that Bernard started to have new look on life. He felt his heart soften and his once happy demeanor slowly coming back. He felt hopeful.
It was Christmas Eve, yet another hectic last minute work, the elves either retired to their homes while others celebrated with a banquet in the kitchen. Bernard celebrated with them for a bit, but after a while needed some fresh air.
He loved this time of year, the courtyard was empty and he could walk about without having to worry about being pulled into a meeting. Snow was falling all around him, adding an extra layer of soft snow to the ground.
He stopped in front of the ice rink, with his hands behind his back, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath allowing the cool air to chill to cool his warm, over worked body. He was enjoying the silence when someone spoke.
“Stay out here any longer and you might catch a cold.”
Bernard’s eyes snapped open. ‘That voice… I know that voice…’ He slowly turns to see you staying there in the soft, orange glow of the street lamp.
“At least wear a scarf.” You added.
“What-” his hands dropped as he fully turns to you. You haven’t aged a day, but you looked more beautiful than you did 100 years ago.
You took a step forward, “Hello Bernard.” You wanted to run over to him and throw your arms around him, but you restrain yourself. You were afraid of how he was going to react to your sudden appears. You had heard down the grape vine that he had grown bitter, but the new Santa had helped gain his kindness back.
“(Y/N), what- what are you doing here?” He finally said; not sure what to do.
“I missed-” you paused, thinking over on what you want to say. “I missed being here.” It was a slight lie, you really missed him; you came back for him, but being away for so long, you weren’t sure if he still feel the same about you.
“So you came back? After being a way for 100 years. You just decided to come back. What happened to you? Why did you suddenly just disappear like that? Without a reason?” You could hear the frustration in his voice; the pain and sadness coming through.
You were in your living putting up your tree with Bernard. You managed to weasel him away from the Pole and away from his work.
One good thing about being friends with an elf and your father being Father Christmas was the endless amount of Christmas ornaments and tinsels. Bernard came with a new supply of both stating that the new ornaments are shatter proof and no matter many times you throw them to the ground, they will never break!
He demonstrated his claim to you a few times and with the last thud to the ground, you started to decorate the tree.
You were on one side of the tree while Bernard was on the other, trying to put gold garland around the tree, “I think that will work.” Bernard took a step back looking at your work.”
“Not too much?” You questioned him.
“Nah, it’s perfect.” He answer you with a smile. You joined him to admire the tree too. As the two of you were standing there looking at the tree, “it still needs something.” He made a comment
“What else did you bring with you?”
Bernard looked over to the box, “popcorn garland, red and green garland. Thomas threw in some tinsel that him and the other elves have been working on.”
“What is there to improve on the tinsel?”
“It sticks better to the tree so that pets don’t end up eating it. And if they do, it’s biodegradable so it won’t tangle up in the stomach.”
“About damn time someone came up with that idea. Lets go with the tinsel!”
“Fine choose!” The two of you walked over to the box each grabbing a smaller box of the shiny threads.
You went to open it when Bernard’s phone went off. “I thought you said they won’t call you.”
“I did, I promise. Something must be going wrong. I’m sorry I have to take this. Start without me.”Bernard quickly rushed off leaving you alone with the tree.
You look down to the tinsel and back up to the tree. “Well, might as well.” You gingerly pick up a bundle of tinsel and carefully drape it over the branches and dragging it down the tree. Liking how the silver was reflecting the lights, you continued on.
With a huff, Bernard hung up the phone. He swore under his breath, ‘just once I would like a vacation and not have to worry about the North Pole burning down.’ He left your bedroom and made his way back into your living room. What he was hoping for was a nice scene of you draping the tinsel on to the tree, but instead he was met with something else. His eyes scans the room before laying on you. By the way he was looking at you, you thought he might be angry but a smile came to his face,“There is tinsel everywhere. I think you got more of it on yourself than on the tree.” He softly chuckles as he walks up to you, plucking a few strands of tinsel from your hair. “I’m never leaving you alone with tinsel ever again.”
A/N: I would love to explore Krampus Elf!reader some more. So if anyone has suggestions I’m open to them! I will be expanding this story in the new year!
Masterlist | Christmas Countdown 2025
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Santa and Bernard stood in the reindeer stable as they wait for their visitors to arrive. Bernard glancing down to his wrist watch as Santa was quickly checking off something that an elf brought him.
“They are late.” Bernard mumbled to himself.
“Now come Bernard, you know that Krampus isn’t one for time.” He handed the clipboard back to the elf before quickly racing out of the stable.
“I know.” Bernard bounce one of his legs to calm his nerves. He won’t mind if it wasn’t for the fact it was getting close to Christmas and he still had a lot of things to approve before the toys go into production. “I wish he would join us for the Legendary Figures meeting.” He grumble under his breath.
“Well, the Easter Bunny is afraid that Krampus will eat him so we can’t invite him anymore.”
The head elf shook his head. The Easter Bunny has always been a bit of a coward. He couldn’t dwell on the thought for much longer when he saw Streitaxt flying down from the sky and making his way towards the stable. Loud thunders clapping rang out when the reindeer made his landing on the hardwood floor.
A giant menacing looking creature sat tall with pride on the cursed reindeer and sitting infront of Krampus was you. You poked your head out to the side, waving at Bernard and Santa. You hopped off first, taking a few steps away from Streitaxt so that Krampus could hop off without bumping into you. You adjusted your bag and then dug into it to pull out a raw piece of meat. You walked up to Streitaxt, offering him the raw meat. The demonic reindeer gleefully took the meat and ate the whole thing in one bite.
You quickly joined Krampus’s side. “Hell-o Zanta, teeny elf.” Krampus voice was deep gargling voice as he greeted his counter-parts.
“Krampus, (Y/N). Welcome. I hope you had a good ride.” Santa asked.
The other Santa shrugged his shoulder, grumping about something about the weather.
“It was good.” You gave Santa a better answer.
“Ah good. Well-” Santa claps his hands, “everything is ready for you Krampus, but there are a few things I would like to go over with you.”
“Okay.” Krampus turns to you, “Geh, kleiner Bewohner, hab deinen Spaß mit deinem Elfen. (Go little dweller, have your fun with your elf.)”
You squealed out with delight as you rushed over to Bernard, grabbing his hand and raced out of the stable. As you rush down the hall, elves were rushing out of your way with their boss trailing behind you.
As you reached his office, you flung open his door, throwing him in with all your might, not caring who saw you with the head elf. When you closed the door, you grabbed the elf and pushed the head elf up against the wall, “hell-o Bernard.”
Bernard had a smirk on his face liking how you were handling him, “hello (Y/N).” Bernard reached up to your wooden mask, gently removing. Most creature who dared to try to removed your mask usually met with your dagger as they watch as their hands goes flying off of their arms, but with Bernard, you knew what he wanted from you. Tossing your mask to the side, he cups the back of your head, pulling you close pushing your lips against his.
A/N: I might be slightly bitter at the state of most craft fairs and markets now a days 🙃
Masterlist | Christmas Countdown 2025
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“My town is having a Christmas market this weekend. Would you like to go to it with me?” You were laying on your couch with your head on Bernard’s lap as he read a book.
“Oh, what’s that?” He peers down to you as you tilt your phone up to him so he could study the digital flyer.
“Like a place where people sell homemade items and home made bake goods. Just a fun little thing for smaller creators to do.”
“Sounds like fun. Let’s do it!”
When you arrived, you were greeted by the smell of cinnamon and coffee. The local coffee shop snagged a table right by the entrance of the market, making it easier for people to get a hot beverage to help to warm them up as the walk among the market.
You buy some hot coco for you and Bernard, and of course the head elf critic the beverage saying it was missing something in it. You rolled your eyes and continued on.
You pass sellers who were selling crocheted dolls and clothes. Painting of landscape and animals. And a few questionable things that made you wonder where did those sellers get their items from.
You were looking at some jewelry when you heard Bernard talking to someone. You looked over to your left to see him holding something. Something told you it wasn’t going to end well.
“How long did it take you to make this?” Bernard was holding up a water bottle that had a very detailed looking Santa on it.
The vendor was taken aback from his question, “I uh-”
You rushed over, looking over his shoulder at the water bottle; you noticed right away that the image was AI created. You sighed knowing Bernard is going to hate what you are about ready to say, “Bernard-” you whispered into his ear, “that’s an AI generated picture. They all are here. This table is selling dropped shipped items.”
Bernard looked at you shocked and scan the table again. “This is AI?” He said to you before looking back at the seller, “AI? You didn’t make any of these?” He gestured towards their table. The seller was slightly frightened by Bernard’s sudden anger. “You are suppose to be making this from scratch! That’s the whole point of these markets! This would never go over at-”
“His work place!” You quickly stepped in. “His work place if very against AI. As you should be too!” Even if he said the North Pole, there was no way that the seller would believe him, but you didn’t want the seller to think Bernard was crazy. You grabbed the water bottle from Bernard’s hands, placing it back onto the table and quickly pulls him away from the table.
“I can’t believe they allowed that type of thing here!” Bernard clearly not over his frustration.
“Yeah, well, some people don’t care if people are selling drop shipped items.” You tugged Bernard towards a table filled with baked goods, hoping that it might cheer him up.
You were glued to the screen of your phone, watching as the weather website updates about the snow storm that was coming your way.
“Hey (Y/N), what’s the emergency?” Bernard rushed into your room panting as he rest an hand on your bedroom door frame.
“Snow, Bernard!” You cheerfully say.
“Snow?” He softly laughs, that’s why you called me down here for? For some snow? You do know it snows at the Pole all the time. If you want to play in the snow-” Bernard takes a sit on your bed.
“That’s magic snow.” You brushed him off. “This is an actual winter storm!” You showed him your phone, pointing to your location on the radar. “We are about to about to get 2 feet of snow! First snow of the winter!”
You looked over Bernard’s shoulder to see that the snow has started to fall. You smiled causing Bernard to see what was causing you to smile so brightly. You could hear him softly chuckle as he turns back to you.
After sometime, you gathered your coat, glove, scarf, and hat racing down the stairs to put your boots on. Bernard trailed after you as he place his scarf on too. He stood by the back door, watching you get ready. He loved how excited you get for the small things in life.
Once you were ready, the two of you headed out. It was late out. A soft orange, gray light coated the area as snow softly falls around you. You trudge your way through the snow, finding the perfect spot. You held your arms out as you fall backwards into the snow. You landed with a soft thud, giggling out in delight. Your moved your arms up and dow and your legs side to side.
Bernard walked over to you, making sure to be a few inches away from you as to not to destroy your creation. When you finished your angel, Bernard reached out to help you up. You were always shocked by how strong he was as he pulls you up from the snow covered ground. He pulls you close to him, making sure you were stable enough to stand on your on two feet.
He held you close and you were tempted to close the gap between the two of you and you could sense that Bernard wanted to do the same, but you felt your cheeks flush, so you turned your head away and looked down to your snow angel. You liked how it turned out.
Bernard clears his throat, “Your angel looks good.”
“Thank you.” You turn your eyes back to Bernard, watching as the snowflakes land on his dark curly hair.
“Now it’s time for you to make one!” You gently pushed Bernard back towards the snow, and you didn’t expect him to grab you as he fall backwards. You landed on top of him as he let out a soft grunt, but you both ended up laughing about it.
His cold hand slide across your warm cheeks, stinging slightly, as he gentle pulls your face down to his. His lips brushing up against yours. You close the gap, pressing your lips against his. It was the perfect way to end the day.
Hi lovely! I’ve read so many of your Bernard fanfiction and I love them so much I wanted to request a story from you
The story would be a gender neutral or trans masculine reader (gender doesn’t really matter since it’s fluff but ya know) and maybe have paranoia if that’s okay 
The story would be about Bernard comforting the reader after they had a bad dream!
Bernard and the reader have been dating for a couple of years so one night he was staying at their house or the other way around when he woke up in the middle of the night to see the reader quietly crying while sitting up in bed because they had a horrible nightmare
Hopefully this is a good request! It’s been a while since I’ve requested something but it’s getting close to the holiday season. The obsession with the elf boy is back lol thank you for reading my request 
You were told from a young age that your soulmate’s heart is tied to your heart by an invisible thread, the closer you get to your soulmate the stronger the tug on that string gets and when you meet them, that thread knots ties itself up in a ribbon.
You never once felt that tug once in your life. You often felt like you were broken; not meant to love or to be loved by anyone. You watched as your friends fall in love; even your owe mother found her true love after a while.
You watched your dad fall in and out of love over the year and you thought you were broken like he was.
“Charlie, dad is not Santa. If anything his the grinch.” You were wrapping up some cookies you baked for your mom and Neil.
“His too Santa! We went to the North Pole and everything! See-” he pulls out a snow globe, “Bernard gave this to me!” He held out the snow globe to you as you felt something tugging on your heart.
“W-who?” You slightly stumble over your words.
“Bernard, the head elf at the Pole.” Again, hearing the name tugged at your heart. You quickly brushed it off as nothing and finished up what you were doing.
On Christmas Eve you were having dinner with your mom and step-dad with a depress Charlie. He wanted to he with your dad but your mom was against it. You were pushing your food around on your plate, not feeling hungry. The name ‘Bernard’ plagued your mind and no matter what you did, the name kept ramming itself in.
A knock at the door snapped you out of it and you watched as Neil answered the door. Your father walked in causing Charlie to yell out in cheer, racing over to him. You too made your way over to your father who looked very different from the last time you saw him. He was looking more and more like Santa.
“Hey sweetheart.” He greeted you.
“Hey dad. Nice look.” You hugged him.
“Well, thought I would do something different this year.” He answered back. Your dad looks up to your mom and Neil, “mind if I had a word with the kids.” Your mom was understanding but Neil stormed off clearly not happy with the current situation. Your dad got down on one knee, trying to get more leveled with Charlie. Your brother got really excited, hoping he would be able to go with your dad to the Pole.
You heard a soft chiming of bells from behind you. You felt the string around your heart tugging, tugging and quickly becoming a ribbon. It can’t be…
“Man this turkey is dry. Have you heard of basting?” You heard a stranger’s voice from the dining room.
“Bernard!” Your brother yelled with excitement. Your eyes followed your brother as he rushed from your father and to the newcomer. You watched as the man pats your brother’s back and he flings he jacket over his shoulder. When he looked up, the smile on his face fall as he jaw went slack and his eyes widen. His jacket slips out of his fingers falling on to the floor. You just met your soul mate.
When you woke up, you thought you were going to have it easy today; stuffing the teddy bears filled with stuffing, sewing up their back and fluffing them up for their new homes. But today was pure panic in the factory. The wrapping department was 10 elves do to bow wrapping incident that happened the day before, so Bernard had to scramble with help. Sadly, you got caught up in the mess.
You sheepishly made your way into the wrapping room, seeing the chaos that was left from last night. Red, gold, and silver ribbon covering most of the room. The clean up elves were on ladders trying to take down the ribbon from the light fixture.
Bernard stood below them with his hands on his hips as he supervised the removal. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted you, “(Y/N)! Great you’re here.” He rushed over to you, placing his hands on your shoulder, pushing you towards the clean part of the room. The table was stacked high with boxes and the rolls of wrapping paper stacked in a box. “I need you to get started on this pile now! We are behind.”
“Yeah, sure… no problem.” You tried not to be nervous, but Bernard could hear it in your voice.
“Is everything alright?” He took a step closer to you, keeping the conversation from being eavesdropped on.
“What? No, no problem here.” You shook your head, “I will get to work!” You grabbed a box from the smaller tower, and roll of paper, setting both on the table. You looked around to find tape and a pair of scissors.
Feeling like you had a handle of everything, Bernard went back over to help the clearing crew. When you saw Bernard’s back was towards you, you started to panic. You never, in you thousands of years of working at the pole, did you had to wrap anything. You sewed. That’s what you were good at. You could wipe up an outfit in one day with ease. But, trying to wrap something up, you had no idea where to start. You didn’t want to disappoint your boss, you liked it when he was proud of you. You have seen other elves do it, so you tried to go off of memory.
You carefully unravel the paper onto the table and place the box on top. Next, you place to box on top of the paper and you carefully drape more paper on top of the box. ‘Okay, this is easy.’ You thought to yourself.
You cut the paper and place the roll back into the wrapping box. You tape the side of box to make sure it won’t go anywhere when you did sides. You examine the paper, remembering that you had to fold the paper against the box and fold some more. As you were attempting to fold the paper, Bernard noticed how you were wrapping the box. His jaw dropped as he watch you work.
You stood back once you were done, proud that you managed to wrap the gift. You saw Bernard walking up to you in disbelief. “Well-” you gestured to your creation, “what do you think?”
Bernard burst out laughing. Your wrapping job was terrible. Pieces sticking out every which way. Sides not folded correctly and you could still see some of the box underneath. “You never wrapped a present before.”
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