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“Christmas.” Elf whipped out a retractable pointer and hit the screen. “A time for kindness and generosity. A time for love and family and friendship. All of the things Christ himself embodied. The most wonderful time of the year. At least it used to be.”

The collage disappeared in a graph, showing in red and green how appreciation for Christmas had gone down in recent years.

“Over time,” he continued, “many people have lost interest in the true spirit of the holiday. Some are even starting to resent Christmas in general.”

Everyone gasped.

“They are tired of what it has come to represent. Consumerism, greed. Another stress-filled obligation. They think there is no more magic and compassion in the world.”

The situation was even more dire than Elf let on. If they didn’t get at least one person to believe in and personify the true spirit of Christmas again soon, all the spirits would start to vanish. He didn’t want to alarm his companions, so he thought it was best to keep that part a secret for the time being. He just had to get them to do the job. If they succeeded, it wouldn’t matter anyway.