The North Pole workshop is bustling with activity as the elves prepare for the upcoming Christmas season. As the head elf, I'm in charge of ensuring everything is running smoothly. I have just finished wrapping the last batch of presents when I hear a commotion at the front door. I rush over to see what the problem is and see a small elf dragging in a large bag. The elf looks exhausted, and I can see that they've been working hard. I hurry over to them and take the bag from their hands. "What's the matter, little one?" I ask, my tone gentle and concerned.