By Twinkle Bramblebutton, Senior Toy Engineer, North Pole Workshop
Ah, so you wish to hear about Santa Claus — the Santa Claus — from one who knows him best? Pull up a peppermint stool and lend an ear, for I, Twinkle Bramblebutton, have worked beside the man in red for over four hundred merry Christmases. To most of the world, he’s a jolly mystery — a flash of red velvet, a hearty laugh, and the faint scent of cinnamon and chimney soot. But to us elves, he’s so much more: a leader, a craftsman, a dreamer, and sometimes, believe it or not, a bit of a rascal.
A Workshop Like No Other
Our workshop is not the cold, silent place you might imagine hidden in the Arctic snows. Oh no, it hums with energy — gears turning, hammers tapping, bells tinkling, and laughter ringing louder than sleigh bells in a snowstorm. The scent of fresh pine mingles with hot cocoa and gingerbread crumbs. Every elf has a job — from doll painters to drone assemblers, from the Department of Tinsel Maintenance to the Sleigh Aerodynamics Division.
Santa himself? He’s the first one to arrive every morning. He makes his rounds, mug of cocoa in hand, checking the progress of toys and patting shoulders with words of encouragement. “Splendid work, Pip!” he’ll say. “That yo-yo spins smoother than a snowflake on ice!” He never forgets a name — never. There are thousands of us, but each elf swears Santa remembers their first day, their favorite cookie, and even their preferred hat pom-pom size.
The Man Behind the Beard
From my perspective, Santa is not just a bringer of gifts but a philosopher of joy. He believes every toy, no matter how small, carries a spark of wonder that keeps the world’s hope alive. When children laugh, he says, the North Pole grows a little warmer. I’ve seen him stay up late into the Arctic night, mending a single teddy bear or repainting a toy train just right because he knows one child’s happiness matters.
You may wonder — does Santa ever tire? Of course he does. There are evenings when his laugh is softer, his eyes a bit dimmer. That’s when Mrs. Claus appears with her secret cocoa recipe and that look only she can give — a mixture of love, mischief, and command. After that, he’s back to full cheer before sunrise.
Preparing for the Big Night
Ah, Christmas Eve — the night of all nights! You’d think after centuries it would lose its magic, but no. Even for us old elves, it still makes our hearts race like reindeer hooves on new snow.
Weeks before departure, we polish the sleigh until it gleams like a ruby star. The reindeer get their oats with a dash of sparkle-dust to strengthen their flight. Santa checks his list (twice, naturally), consults with the Navigation Division about wind patterns, and practices his chimney landings in the simulator — a rather undignified but necessary exercise, if you ask me.
When the clock strikes midnight at the Pole, we gather around as the sleigh lifts into the sky, trailing silver light. We cheer, we cry, and we watch until the last flicker vanishes into the aurora.
What You May Not Know
Now, between us, Santa has a few quirks. He hums while flying — usually old lullabies or carols no one’s heard in centuries. He also keeps a secret stash of cookies behind the reindeer stable. We’ve all found it at some point, but no one ever says a word. Some things are sacred.
And yes, he reads every letter. Every single one. He may not respond with pen and ink, but he always finds a way to send back an answer — sometimes in the form of a gift, sometimes a gentle nudge of hope, or a moment of kindness that happens at just the right time.
The Spirit That Never Grows Old
People often ask me, “Twinkle, how has Santa done this for so long?” I always smile and say, “Because the world still believes.” You see, belief isn’t just for children. It’s what fuels the reindeer, what lights our workshop, and what keeps Santa’s heart forever young. When the world grows cold or weary, even a small spark of wonder can thaw the frost.
So the next time you hang your stocking or hear sleigh bells in the distance, remember — up here at the top of the world, we’re watching, working, and smiling. And Santa, with his endless laughter and twinkling eyes, is reminding us all that joy is the greatest gift of all.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must get back to work — the Nutcracker Division just jammed again, and rumor has it Santa’s coming by to test the new batch of rocking horses. Best have the cocoa ready.
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