In early January you will sometimes see what look like toys, novelties and unusual objet d’art close to the municipal bins or on doorsteps across our towns. In fact these are not unwanted Christmas presents but the newly hatched offspring of Santa’s elves. A highly unusual and secretive species with an equally unique migration pattern, over the course of several years they will work their way slowly north towards the ice-caves of their parents. During their journey they steal into peoples homes, attempting to perform small tasks and chores for the household. The outcome of these will be more or less successful depending on the developmental stage of the elfling. Through these episodes of contact with humans, they learn all about our daily lives, hopes and desires, this information providing vital updates for the toy factories at the North Pole when they finally complete their long journey.
If looked at, elflings will immediately assume a static pose on the end of a mantelpiece or book shelf, eliciting responses from the homeowners along the lines of “do you remember who gave us that?” following which they will usually find themselves put out into the wild once more to then continue their travels. To make up for lost time, those who have been held up in their journey will hide among items on their way to boot fairs and antiques markets or, in extreme circumstances, strap themselves to the radiator grilles of lorries.
The staple diet of the Christmas elf is cake, trifle and other sweets, so if you see one while out and about, do leave something of this kind close to them; even a square of chocolate will do. They cannot show visible signs of acceptance as, having been spotted, they will have frozen to once more resemble a lifeless object (and indeed you might even find yourself thinking “I wonder who got that for Christmas?”) but they will be grateful for the sustenance. Indeed, word getting around that you are a kind person, next Christmas you may even find yourself foster parent to one of the next generation of Santa’s elflings. If so, once you’ve finished wondering who gave it to you (and who ate the last bit of Christmas cake) please make sure to put the little chap next to the bin rather than inside it, so that it too can begin it’s long journey northward.









