Melted cheese waits for nobody and I'm not about to start arguing — the whole platter is balanced on my lap and the movie can wait its turn. Come lick the jalapeño heat off my fingers, naughty elf. 💋
Melted cheese waits for nobody and I'm not about to start arguing — the whole platter is balanced on my lap and the movie can wait its turn. Come lick the jalapeño heat off my fingers, naughty elf. 💋
The elves lit the big bonfire behind the workshop for Bonfire Night and I came out in nothing but my cherry-red coat over the lace — the sparkler's doing more sparkling than I am, barely. Come warm your hands somewhere better, naughty elf. 💋
Men Make Dinner Day and Santa's contribution was pointing at the takeout menu — so the whole spread of lo mein and dumplings landed on my desk at the factory instead. The chopsticks are in my hair, my blouse is losing to the sweet chili sauce, and every carton is mine. Come be my dinner date, naughty elf. 💋
A sandwich this tall takes two hands and zero patience — National Sandwich Day and I stacked mine before the workshop lights even came on. The robe lost its belt somewhere around the second layer. Tell me what you'd stack on me next, naughty elf. 💋
Calzone night and I folded the whole batch myself — flour got everywhere it wanted and this apron is doing all the work left in this kitchen. Come claim the second half, naughty elf. 💋
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Halloween at the North Pole and the whole workshop showed up in costumes while I decided the best one was taking mine off instead. Everything I got up to once the trick-or-treaters cleared out is all in this pack, naughty elf. Unlock it and tell me what you'd have dressed up as for me. 💋
The whole workshop is still dark and I've already murdered three donuts from the box that came in on the overnight sled — glaze on my lip, robe barely holding on, and nobody to share the rest with. Come pick which one I eat next, creamy snowball. 💋
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National Candy Corn Day and I've got the whole bowl in bed — Santa won't touch the stuff, which means every last piece is mine. Three handfuls in and this beige lace is just in the way. Everything that happened after the bowl emptied is in this pack, naughty elf. Unlock it and tell me which piece you'd have picked off me first. 💋
National Oatmeal Day and I'm the only one up before the workshop — stirring a whole pot on the stove with nothing but this flannel keeping me decent. The cinnamon's already on top and Santa won't be conscious for hours. Come taste it before it cools, naughty elf. 💋
National Chocolate Day and the fondue pot is doing laps around my sitting room while Santa snores — the strawberries aren't the only thing getting dipped tonight. This robe never stood a chance against the heat. Come take the next one off my fingers, naughty elf. 💋