The North Pole was very busy during this time of the year. Elves were making last minute gifts and wrapping. Reindeer were getting ready to fly all over the world. Santa Claus was getting suited up. Everything was in a hurry except for two elves. They were more calmer and collective…well one of them.

Just outside of the elves' bakery was the one half of the number one elves Bernard talking to himself, "Calm down Bernard! She's just in there baking cookies like she does every day and she's your best friend since Pre-Elf School. Just go in there, act yourself, and when the time is right, go tell her your feelings." With that the oldest elf walked in and stopped when his eyes met the familiar short, dark hair that he knew for a long time.

The owner of the silky hair turned around and Christmas green eyes met his dark eyes. Her pale skin was from the coldness from the everyday snow outside. Black pants matched the snow boots on her feet. A gem green Christmas sweater kept her upper body warm. Her pointy elf ears were pierced with her mother's earrings which was small, black looped. The female elf in front of him was shorter than him like the top of her black hat goes to his eyes.

Corners of her lips curled up into a smile showing the dimples on her cheeks, "Bernard." Her voice was like a Christmas Angel. The male elf tried not to blush of the beauty of his best friend. Oh how he wanted to tell her his feelings and kiss her lips, but at the same time Bernard was scared that she might not like him back.

"Hey Vincentia," Bernard smiled once he got his senses back. "Merry Christmas."

"Aww Merry Christmas to you too!" giggled his childhood friend. "Want some cookies?"

"Sure."

Here at the North Pole, the second head elf's cookies are a personal favorite ever since she started cooking and baking at the age of three hundred years. Not only to bring joy to the elves and to the big boss Santa Claus, the cookies will calm down the first head elf whenever he loses his temper. Vincentia's temper was like Bernard's, but deadlier.

"Here you go," Vincentia said as she places a plate of her cookies and a cup of hot cocoa, another favorite, in front of her friend on the small table in her bakery.

"Thank you," smiled Bernard, taking a bite of a cookie.

"You're welcome."

While Bernard was enjoying his meal of treats, Vincentia was wrapping a batch of cookies for her parents like she does every year. Once the small present was wrapped with green wrapping paper and a red ribbon, their boss, Santa Claus, came in.

"Hello Vincentia, Bernard," greeted the joyous man in red.

"Hello sir," the head elves greeted back to their boss with smiles.

"You have your parents' gift Vincentia?"

"Yes sir," she answered, giving him the present.

"You know," Santa stated. "You two look cute together."

Vincentia and Bernard looked at each other in surprised. They both were the famous "cute couple" here at the North Pole. It all started when the two graduated from elf school at the age of six hundred years old. An elf saw them working in wrapping and thought they were dating. The rumor has spread through the elves faster than Santa Claus traveling the world in one night. It gets annoyed during work. Deep down, Bernard really wanted the rumor to come true. Little did he know, Vincentia felt the same way.

"Sir, the rumor of Bernard and I is not true. We're just best friends ever since Pre-Elf and maybe in the future, the rumor might come true, but not now." Vincentia explained their point of view of the silly rumor. No matter how many times they tell everyone about this answer, no one will understand or even listen to them. Everyone will shrug it off and giggle away, sometimes will sing the kiddish "Kissing in a Tree" song.

"Whatever you say Vincentia," Santa chuckled, leaving the bakery.

Bernard sighed, "Can this rumor stop anytime soon?"

"I don't know Bernard." She sighed as well. "Maybe our two week vacation will calm ourselves down."

"Maybe."

Once outside, the elves were part of the crowd of elves watching their boss take off for his long night of delivering gifts. Vincentia and Bernard were in front of everyone because the female elf has a strong connection with one of the flying reindeer in friendship. Blitzen is like a brother to the female elf. When Vincentia just started becoming an elf, she was in charge of the flying reindeer like making sure they're well feed and taking care of.

"Hey Blitzen," she said softly with a smile. He greeted back, letting her to hug his long neck. "Make sure to come back home soon and safely, okay?"

He nuzzled his friend in response before she left over to her friend Bernard. They watched the big boss at the pole lifted off the snowy ground and leave the North Pole. Bernard and Vincentia left the sight as they check on the elves as they get a head start of next Christmas. Then one of the elves came towards them.

"Vincentia, Bernard!" the elf called.

"What is it?" Vincentia asked.

"We have a new Santa because the other one fell off a roof," answered the little elf.

"What's his name?" Bernard spoke.

"Scott Calvin."

Vincentia thanked the elf as he nodded his head and left.

"Scott Calvin?" the female head elf repeated to herself. "Is he on the list of grownups that doesn't believe in Santa Claus anymore?"

Santa doesn't just have the naughty and nice list, he also have a list of the people who doesn't believe in Santa Claus anymore.

"I think so," Bernard said. "Any information on him?"

"All that I know is that he's divorced has a son named Charlie who he hardly sees because his son does not like him, important figure to a toy company, and also can't cook to save his life."

"Just things were going good, now it's another long Christmas."

"Well," his friend smiled trying to cheer him up. "Let's hope that he'll accept the job, without a Santa, how can we run the whole place?"

"True," he smiled back. His hand was held as his friend took him to meet the new Santa.