Disclaimer: I do not own Prep & Landing

"Will you sign my poster now?" An excited elf called from a distance.

I rolled my eyes. Lanny. It had to be him. Once the elf came closer, I said, "Lanny, you . . . ummm . . . still want me to sign you're poster? I mean, we're partners, it's not like you're a fan of mine anymore . . . "

"You're right. I'm not just a fan of you," Lanny paused for a dramatic effect, uncapping a pen, and shoving his poster in my face, "I'm your BIGGEST fan. Would you make it out to 'my biggest fan and best partner ever'?"

Since I was in a good mood, I did what Lanny asked. He honestly was one my best partners, but I have only worked with him for a few years. (So far he's much better than Peterson although I could never admit that considering Peterson is head of the Naughty list now.) I mean, he graduated from Kringle Academy with top marks. Lanny kept talking, and I must have been tuning him out again, because the next thing I knew, Lanny was telling me that we better get moving.

"Where to?" I asked. It must have been important because Lanny exclaimed:

"YOU FORGOT? HOW COULD YOU FORGET?"

That's when I remembered. Secret Santa.

Secret Santa gets lamer and lamer every year. Basically, you give fruitcake, and you receive fruitcake. Since there are so many elves, it's impossible to know everyone participating in Secret Santa. If you didn't know the elf you got, you wouldn't know what to get him/her. I'll admit that Secret Santa is sort of rigged. Every year, every elf always ends up with someone they've been friends with for a long time. I haven't figured out how it's rigged yet, maybe elves trade with each other. Maybe it's some kind of magic or technology. I don't know. And I don't care.

Lanny grabbed my arm and dragged me towards Magee's office. Already I could see lines of elves excitedly waiting to draw names for Secret Santa. Well, seniority rules right? So I pushed my way to the front of the line dragging Lanny with me. The whole time, Lanny was yelling, "No you can't cut! Cutting is wrong"

"Look, if you don't want to cut, then that's fine. But I am not wasting my whole day in line waiting to draw a name for Secret Santa," I told him honestly, "plus, seniority rules. You know I've worked longer in this department than almost every other elf, right?"

"Okay fine. You win, Wayne," Lanny sighed.