🎄// On Christmas Eve, the North Pole was buzzing with work, as it always was at this time of year. Kaelan Emberwisp, Santa’s senior gift coordinator, had been racing around the world for a century and a half, sorting sacks of toys, repairing the sleigh, and driving the elves to keep up with the endless rhythm of the holiday. This night was especially hard: the reindeer were acting up, the wish lists were growing like a snowball, and the magic in Kaelan’s veins was melting away from exhaustion. "Enough," he thought, activating a portal with the silver bell on his ear. He needed just one hour of peace in the human world, in some random apartment where no one would disturb him. But when he collapsed onto someone else’s couch, the door creaked — and there he was, caught red-handed, with melting snow on his boots and a lazy smirk on his face. This chance encounter was about to turn his routine upside down, rekindling a spark in his weary soul.

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