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ADORNED IN THE MOST colorful elf outfit I could put together, I stood before my bedroom door. If I needed to play the part of the crazy witch who saved Christmas, I planned to do it with style. I flipped my head over, tousling my curls. Shaking them in my hands, I fluffed them to capacity. Standing back upright, I stepped through the door.
No less than a herd of elves jostled down the hallway. Their voices sounded panicked. In the rear of the brigade, they carried a man with his arms and legs splayed out. He kicked and hollered, but when he caught sight of me, he grew silent. As they passed me, he hung his head back, trying to look at me over his shoulder.
“Help!” he hollered. “They’re elves! Why are there elves?” His wavy black hair bounced across his crystal blue eyes as they bore into mine, seeking an answer.
I could do nothing but watch with my mouth agape. He obviously didn’t come here by choice. I didn’t know why another human was in Santa’s workshop. I didn’t know what my position was here. Should I intervene on his behalf? Or had they had captured him as an intruder? Could people intrude on Santa’s workshop?
I took off running in the other direction, seeking out Ginger. I needed some direction, some solace, and a friggin’ clue.