⭐ Day 87 — The Strange Meeting Behind Closed Doors

Something unusual happened this morning: Santa held a closed-door meeting in the Restricted Wing… and he wasn’t alone. 👀🎄

Sparkles noticed. Finn noticed. And I, of course, documented every suspicious detail for the sake of journalism—and pettiness.

🚶 Mysterious Visitors

Right before the meeting, I caught glimpses of silhouettes slipping into the Restricted Wing:

• Someone short and round with soft bouncing footsteps
• Someone tall with elegant posture
• Someone who left behind a faint smell of cinnamon and… pumpkin?

None of them were elves. None of them were reindeer. None of them belonged anywhere near the North Pole.

Sparkles whispered, “Who WERE they?” Finn whispered back, “Why did the tall one wink at me?” I whispered, “Shh, I’m working.”

🔒 The Locked Door

Whatever Santa discussed inside that room was serious enough that he used an ancient rune-lock that hasn’t been touched since the Great Ribbon Shortage of ’96.

Sparkles tried to listen through the door. Finn tried to smell what kind of cookies they had inside. I tried to climb the rafters for a better angle.

We all failed.

But we did hear one thing:

“…the alliance only works if we choose the right liaison.”

Sparkles mouthed, “Alliance?!” Finn mouthed, “What’s a liaison?” I mouthed, “It’s like a middle manager but fancier.”

👣 Footprints That Tell a Story

When the meeting ended, I sprinted into the hallway and inspected the evidence.

Footprints included:

• Heart-shaped shimmer dust
• Rabbit pawprints
• Pumpkin-orange glitter
• And one chaotic zig-zag skid like someone tripped violently and slid sideways

Sparkles stared. Finn stared. I stared harder.

None of these belong to Christmas residents. Which means…

Other holidays are here. At the North Pole.

🎅 Santa’s Vague & Suspicious Statement

Santa finally emerged and—when pressed—gave a statement so vague it should be illegal:

“Meetings were held. Progress was made. You’ll know more… when the time is right.”

Sir. That told us NOTHING.

Sparkles looked excited. Finn looked confused. I looked offended.

Something big is happening. Something multi-season. Something that’s going to change Christmas—and every other holiday—forever.

Tomorrow, Santa begins the official briefing. And if he doesn’t tell us everything? Don’t worry. I will. ⭐✨

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Stay shady (and snoopy),
– The Petty Elf 🧝‍♀️