A little elf

My name is kig, I work at santa's shop. Can I tell you a secrete? I know Elfs lives are supposed to be happy but thats all a bunch of lies, or at least in my case. I wake up very early in the moring and I have to walk miles in the snow to feed the raindeer. Then miles to walk back. I think people often forget that elfs can feel coldness too! That we are people even though where small. The big boss as we call him then calls down form his secrete hiding palce in the walls a list of names of whose been naughty and whose been nice. Then off to work we go. I stand next to mifa who does nothing but sing and on the other side is mity who never talks. We build one toy for each so when the day is done they all get twelve in total. But before that we go though pain and blood. The hammers we use slam on our hands and the toy pinches us and at least one explodes a day. Then we have lunch which is the same thing everyday. I dont care what people say all the diffrent types of cookies get boring when you eat them three times a day for 600 years. Then back to work we go. Today I built a little poney and I needed to test it out and instead of galloping with me on it, It flung me though the air. Yet when bobby the boss elf comes I get blammed. When I try to prove my innocence I lose my dinner which isnt really a loss for me at all. When the sun sets and the toys are made we are ushered into our rooms in the basement. In there, there are 467 beds in total, SOme for the elfs who work in the trees to make those awful cookies then the shoe elfs and the left overs are for us. SO tonight I sleep right by a spider web and the cold air seeks in from the celing. So with all things considered I might be better off as a cookie elf cause at least they get to see santa, we dont even know if hes jolly and red or even if he real. Know I know why little children dont belive in him, im not sure if I do and I understand where Krampus comes from cause even if santa is real he is not so jolly and nice.