You’ve slowly gotten used to your life as an elf. You live in a gingerbread house on Liquorice Street. You paint pictures and fix toys for Santa, do elf yoga on Tuesdays and have a breakfast of peppermint hot chocolate and glittering marshmallow bread. Upon wondering what's happening in the world around you, you look out your front door. And behold: the "Daily Elf" is in the mailbox. The newspaper of the Christmas world, first appears to be a single sheet, is actually more like the telephone book and has never heard of privacy protection. Names, addresses, statistics, naughty, nice, blablabla. After endless page turning, you discover the much adored puzzle page.
