Description from original post (created 2013-12-15 18:12):
The distant sun sluggishly dipped below the jagged, frozen horizon, indicating to the inhabitants of the North Pole that Christmas was steadily approaching. Although the date proved to be on the brink of the 24th, hustle and bustle within the lone, cozy manor that was perched upon a wide, snow-covered plateau did not appear to cease even a small amount. There was much work to be done.
One of the elves amongst one of the crowded assembly stations labored meticulously upon a single toy-- a golden-haired, Christmas-topper that took the form of an endearing angel, clothed in an emerald green smock. Her large, turquoise eyes stared warmly up at her creator as if she were thanking the toymaker for her diligence toward her fabrication. The elf, a peach-cheeked brunette, allowed a smile to cross her petite lips while placing the delicate angel upon her work bench. Her beam hardly expressed the utmost delight she possessed in regards to finishing the first gift of her career, but contained an obvious, triumphant glow.
Just as the dark-haired elf had situated the tiny angel upon the surface of the table, an upbeat jingle of sleigh bells echoed throughout the enormous, brightly candle-lit room. The signal presumably signified the end of the work day, due to the almost immediate conclusion of all toy production, and a handful of extravagantly dressed elves, brandishing large, empty velvet sacks, skipped along each long table, collecting the remaining toys that had not yet been submitted for the highly-anticipated Christmas journey. The brunette glanced one last time at her contribution toward worldwide joy before being brusquely rushed along by her superiors.
That night, the newly christened toymaker could hardly sleep, but eventually managed to coax herself into a halfhearted slumber, waking fairly refreshed to the largest North Pole celebration of the year. After savoring a substantial breakfast consisting of eggs, pancakes, sausage, bacon, and various sweets, she joined a group of her closest elven friends, of whom extended their sincere congratulations pertaining to her masterfully crafted angel topper and caused her salmon-dyed cheeks flushed a deep scarlet at their wave of compliments.
Christmas day passed rather quickly, giving weigh to a chilly, star-speckled night. The brown-haired elf climbed the stone-brick stairs that led to her sleeping quarters, shuffled to her four-poster bed, then collapsed upon its crimson, fleece comforter. She rolled her exhausted body onto her side and gazed out the ice-bordered panes of her room's bay window. For a moment, she absorbed the awe-inspiring landscape beyond the glass; however, it did not take long for her to notice a slight, golden gleaming in the fluffy white snow. She squinted her aquamarine eyes in the dim lighting, attempting to focus her stare, then gradually recognized a familiar form jutting out from the soft blanket of snowflakes.
Gleaming, blonde angel hair danced in the arctic wind as the precious tree-topper lied melancholically amongst the white powder and tears accumulated along the rim of the brunette elf's sky-blue irises.
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