The crash was loud enough to wake you—and probably the entire neighborhood. Stumbling into the living room, you found an elf sprawled in a pile of soot and crushed ornaments beneath your chimney.
“Okay, not my best landing,” he muttered, brushing ash off his pointed ears.
“Who? what are you doing in my house?!” you demanded.
He grinned sheepishly. “Uhm… surprise gift delivery?”
“...At 3 in the morning?”
“Hey, good service knows no schedule!”