The Petty Elf Daily | North Pole Gossip Blog by Red Alpha

The calendar changed today. That was it. No ceremony. No announcements. Christmas didn’t end the work—it removed the schedule. This is what comes after.

Christmas arrived on schedule. Deliveries were successful. Spirits were high. And afterward, in a room without decorations, Santa told me what comes next. This is where the calendar stops helping.

Christmas preparations continued as usual today. Smiles, schedules, rehearsals. Then Stupid asked me to follow him. He said Santa wanted me to see something. He was wrong about who wanted it—but not about the room.

I followed Jack Marrow today. Not openly. Not invited. What I found wasn’t a hallway or a room—it was a threshold. Some doors were sealed. Some were thinning. One was being prepared.

Jack Marrow returned today. Not to argue. Not to evaluate. To report. I saw him speak with Santa about containment, boundary strain, and holidays that were never meant to cross over. Then Santa sent him back to work.