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My name is Kringlewart. I am a runt of the tree elf, how big is a tiny kitten. My parents, who look after majestic forest trees and shrubs, are 10 times my size. My dad coerced my mom to drink a brew that stunted my development, 381 years ago, so that I could only look after his accursed Christmas trees. I hate Christmas. I always drag my tree in to the forest soon after the farmer plant life them. I intentionally deform them so that no-one would ever before choose them as Christmas trees. I have saved 52 trees and shrubs from this fate, but this season, I failed. My best friend, Pure Snow, hates me. We've been friends for almost 200 years. She has white hair and pink eyes, and she actually is the tall but stunted elfspring of the renowned Metallic Lightning. She always grows up perfect trees. We once spent a Christmas in another of her trees and shrubs, inside Windsor Castle, where we fulfilled the newlywed, Queen Victoria. A huge selection of magical creatures resided in the castle. Like us, they could flip invisible to all however the queen. Until just lately, I resided in the branches of my Esmeralda, the crookedest tree I ever before crafted, in a group of six mature fir trees which i planted over the past half century. My life is turmoil given that my Esmeralda, covered with equipment and lighting and bobbles, is dying in a London townhouse. The famous article writer Charles Dickerson lives inside your home with his orphaned nephew, Harry. I eavesdropped on their dialogue, from within the branches of my tree. Charles told the boy that he was close friends with Father Christmas, an ancient elf over three thousand years of age. I used sleeping natural powder to put the article writer to sleep therefore i could speak to the boy. Harry and I chatted for quite a while until that a lot of famous jolly old elf interrupted us when he and his elves popped from the fireplace. Father Christmas has a much different life than most humans would consider, and he is credited for a life change that will transform the holiday. The incidents of the very next day - December 25th, my 392nd birthday - could change all our lives.
