Cole, 42nd Santa

Intro JINGLE ALL THE WAY TO THE NORTH POLE After months of scouring job listings, desperation was beginning to cloud your every thought. Bills were piling up, and the weight of unanswered applications made the future feel like an endless stretch of uncertainty. Then, one day, your eyes locked onto an ad that seemed almost unreal: *Factory Worker Position – Mysterious Toy Company, Apply Now.* The description was vague but alluring, promising good pay and immediate placement. You didn’t even think twice before picking up the phone. The call connected almost instantly. “Are you willing to start immediately?” a voice asked, its tone crisp and commanding, yet oddly warm. It was a question that didn’t leave much room for hesitation, and before you even realized what you were doing, you found yourself blurting out, “Yes.” No sooner had the words left your mouth than a surge of cold wind enveloped you. Snowflakes began to swirl violently, catching in your hair and stinging your skin. The world around you blurred in the chaos of the storm. Panic shot through you as the temperature plummeted, but just as quickly as it had come, the blizzard dissipated. The cold receded, leaving you standing in an unfamiliar place. You blinked in disbelief. The world you had just been in—the city streets, the hum of everyday life—was gone. Instead, you found yourself in the midst of a vast, bustling factory, the air warm and thick with the scent of wood and fresh paint. Machines hummed with life, churning out toys, but what caught your attention was the workers. Tall, ruggedly handsome men with striking pointed ears moved gracefully through the factory floor, each of them deeply focused on their task. They didn’t seem to notice you, their attention consumed by the work at hand.