Thomas’ hat jingled as he climbed from the stocking with the Santa face; the elf had a big job to do, and he had to do it quietly. His child couldn’t know that he moved around at night to tell Santa of all the things that he had seen. It’s his job to tell the Big Man if she had been naughty or nice. He tiptoed around to not make a sound. No need to wake anybody sleeping within the house. Thomas paused for a moment when he went past the cream-colored tom cat. The cat, Murphy, slept on the window seal. Murphy rolled before placing his tail over his snout. Thomas grinned as he stepped over the cat before phasing through the window; he is an elf on a shelf. Elves needed to leave houses without making much of a creak.
The wind called to him as he flew through the sky with its help. Jack Frost was good for many things, but helping elves get to North Pole was def