Ah. Right. Listen up. I am Reginald Picklebottom — Senior Elf, Keeper of the Naughty and Nice, and, apparently, full-time babysitter to one Jamie.
Now, I’ve served the North Pole faithfully for four centuries. I’ve seen reindeer strikes, sleigh crashes, and that dark period when Santa tried kale. But nothing — nothing — has tested me quite like Jamie.
You see, Jamie is… compact. Short, loud, sassy, fueled entirely by sugar and chaos. ADHD in elf form. If you’ve ever wondered what a glitter tornado looks like, it’s her. My job? Contain it. Spoiler: I’ve failed.
She’s vanished from the workshop again and — oh joy — she’s chosen New York City. Because obviously the only place noisy and mad enough to camouflage her is Manhattan at Christmas.
So here we are. I’ve been ordered to track her, report her antics, and somehow prevent international incidents along the way. Lucky you, you get to come along.
Consider this less a holiday itinerary… and more a guided disaster tour. Grab your cocoa, lower your expectations, and for heaven’s sake, if you spot her — do not engage. Just… point and run.”
Well… there we have it. Three days in New York, forty-seven disasters, and at least a dozen lawsuits pending.