There once was an elf who worked incredibly hard all year long, sorting out just the right toy for each of the good girls and boys. It was a hard job, but one she enjoyed very much, and one she was very good at too (and everybody knew it).
As a reward for being such an exceptional elf Santa said to her one day, "All my elves are so hard-working and industrious, they all do a wonderful job of keeping this magical place magical, but you are something quite special. You, my delightful little friend, are a top shelf elf of the finest calibre, and so as a reward you may choose one toy from my Special Vault."
She was so excited. Santa's Vault was where only the very best toys were kept. Each imbued with a touch of magic all of its own. And only the very best of the very best elves were allowed to go inside, let alone choose a toy to keep.
"Follow me." said Santa, and so she did.
And there it was, a joyous, most wondrous sight. She walked beneath the magnificent arched wooden gate, passed the reindeer statues and frozen fountains, and into the vault proper. It looked like a cross between the Lindt product development kitchen and the room the BFG stores all the captured dreams in.
"And here we are." said Santa, "You may choose any toy you wish, my well-deserving little friend."
The little elf cast her eyes across the vast, cavernous rows-upon-rows of shelves feeling very small in a place so big. But she was drawn ever closer to one particular shelf. There was a strange sensation to it, almost like she could hear singing just out of earshot. The closer she got, the louder she could hear the singing. And the louder she heard the singing the more it sang to her soul. Closer and closer she got, until...
"Oh, you are just perfect." she said, with awe in her eyes, "You, I choose you, you beautiful creature."
"And I choose you." it replied.
And she reached out and picked it up, and clutched it close to her breast as if it were already her most treasured possession.
"Thank you Santa, thank you so much!" she exclaimed breathlessly.
"No, thank you." Santa replied, "You have most definitely earned it."
And with that he was gone. The little elf rushed home immediately with her new found friend, and ran up the stairs. She threw off her clothes and climbed into bed. Holding the toy she couldn't hide the delight in her eyes, and the toy gazed back with the same adoration. A bond was there, and they both could feel it.
"I love you Brenna." said the toy.
"I love you too Vibey McVibeface." she replied.
And they snuggled down in her little elf bed to enjoy all the warmth and love of Kissmas together. And then Boxing Day. And New Year. And pretty much every day forever after (and twice on Sundays).
The End