“This is Maria Rodriguez, coming to you live from a farm just outside

New York City where hundreds of people have gathered tonight at the promise of seeing good old Saint Nick himself!”

The screen split revealing both Maria stood amidst a crowd of people on a snowy field and David Danvers back in the news studio. Maria's breath could be seen rising in the air, but she seemed content with the cold.

That could have had something to do with her enormous beige overcoat and a hat and scarf combo Leaving barely much more than her pretty eyes and nose visible between them. In the studio, David smiled indulgently at the obvious fluff piece in which he was taking part.

“Right you are, Maria. I take it that we haven't missed the big moment then?"

“No, we haven't!" Maria seemed uncharacteristically cheerful for a news reporter.

“Great! So remind us again how this all started?"

“Sure thing, David." The camera on Maria panned out to reveal a girl beside her wearing a hoodie stating that pop music had been killed by death metal. She had a nose piercing and her black hair carried a contrasting shade of vibrant pink across one side of her face. "This is

Tulip, and she was the first to hear about it. Tell us what happened,

Tulip."

Maria extended her Microphone in front of the young woman's mouth.

“Oh, man it was fubleeeep awesome! We were driving down the road back there. Me and my band had just had this rockin’ gig for my buddies birthday. So, we're all driving along when Dylan, our drummer, yells:

"Shbleep guys! Check it out!' So then we all turn around to see this elf guy waiting for us at the side of the road. We stopped thinking that maybe the poor Little dude was super high or something, I mean he's dressed as an elf out here in the middle of fubleeeep nowhere in

December. Poor guy might have frozen to death or something. So we park up, right? Except rather than coming on over he waves to us with this big grin on his face. We figure, what the hell? It‘s only one crazy elf. So we all walk over and find that he's got this stash of fresh baked cookies just behind the shrubbery over there. I mean, these things are steaming like they just came outta the oven. Double chocolate chip. I got no freakin’ clue how he got them out there like that. So he offers us some and we're all worried until he eats two himself. They were, Like, the best cookies ever! Then he tells us that tonight his boss is going to do a fly-by of this field and there'll be more cookies for anyone who shows up. We figured it was some kind of scam or that he was selling something, but we also figured it was free cookies, right? So we told our friends about it and mentioned it at a few gigs. I guess the whole thing just snowballed out there and now everyone's here!"

“And the elf was as good as his word, right?" Maria asked.

“Oh hell yeah, and then some! When we got here that was just waiting for us all." Tulip pointed past Maria and the camera shifted to follow the line of her finger.

Three very long wooden tables had been made up with a seemingly unending festive feast. Turkey and goose were the main attractions between other traditional Christmas treats. It seemed like a few hundred people had shown up for the night to take part in the feast.

Behind the food setting was an enormous green tent with enough beds to allow the guests to stay the night.

“And no one knows where this all came from? Besides it perhaps being a gift from the mysterious elf?" The camera swished back to Maria and

Tulip.