North Pole, 4:03 pm.

It was quiet, the snow that was falling outside didn't make a peep or even a thud when it touched the ground. The sky above was clear as day, and the stars were just starting to twinkle above more so than any night before..

Tiny elderly feet marched on in the freshly fallen snow, disturbing it peaceful state and leaving behind knee high tracks as the hunched old gentleman went on. No no, it's not grand santa if you're curious..

This was someone else. A hermit that since he was a boy, set out to discover Santa Claus.

People thought this guy was crazy, including his parents who were concerned when he told him he was going to live amongst ice to find a fairy tale man. He was convinced ever since he was little he was real, after seeing him from his room. Door cracked open as the big man himself entered to place a stuffed giraffe in his arms as he..'slept.' Apparently santa didn't always know when you were awake..

Today was different though, he wasn't particularly searching for santa's hidden entrance.. No. He was trying to find a place to drop off his little grand daughter. The little baby bundle was dropped off via friend of the family, for her mother had gotten into trouble. The mother hearing so much about her grandfather, decided he would be best to take care of her daughter while she went away..

The mother was told her grandfather went away and made something of himself, so she had no idea that Michael lived in the North Pole. Hidden within the ice in his little underground cubbyhole.

Eventually, the baby's mother..passed on after some issues that remained unknown. Being the only family the child had left was her grandfather, and he had no idea what had happened. Her death was classified as natural..

Moving on, the older gentleman with baby wrapped up in a torn blanket and rested away in a small basket went on. Every few minutes he checked in on her.. He did love this little one, but his crippling old age kept him from keeping her together. Just last night she soiled herself and it took him a solid hour to find something to make a diaper. His aging hands were shaking which made it worse, and don't dare ask him what he had to use to wipe her..

" Well.." Michael chuckled, looking down at the baby as he checked her " it wasn't exactly my favorite hanker chif, I have plenty more I swear!" The baby yawned, and placed a thumb in her mouth. He grinned, " yeah yeah I know I bore you. Hopefully I can find some Eskimos or something to take you in, so you won't be so bored anymore."

He laughed again, shaking his head " look at me, laughing with my few month old grand daughter. Like Tiffany understands you, you old coot!"

He placed the basket top back over her to keep her shielded from the cold and moved on. His feet began to chill from the icy surroundings as they walked, but at the moment he was more concerned about the small girl " I can lose a few more toes.." He grumbled as he held the basket up to his chest. Eyes peaking over to a snow mound..

Flags were located at the top of this small icy hill, and near its base..a door.. He couldn't believe his eyes..so he went down for a closer look. He went for the double opening and notice..big reindeer craved into the oak wood before him. He gasped, gently placing the baby at his feet to touch the art that were these massive doors.. His lip trembling at the sight before him " could..could it be.. After all these years searching..

He placed his head up against the door and listened, and to his surprise he could hear the massive beasts within. He moved from the door and began to jump for joy, only to stop and straighten up his posture. He grabbed his chin and began to think about loud" all this time I've been looking in the wrong places.. Tiffany! " he took the baby from her basket and she was currently chewing on her name tag that was placed on her for her new family .

The old man kissed the top of her cranium and hugged her " you lucky charm you! I'm can believe you helped me find this place.."

Michael stopped hugging her, and held her in his arms as he tip toed back to the door. His free hand pressing up against the oak and pushing it in. And what he saw nearly gave him a heart attack..

8 beautiful reindeer stood before them. All of which stopped what they were doing to look at the person who was intruding..it must've been the pasty white beard that threw them off, but they didn't do much of anything to him. One deer snorted as if annoyed that he entered so early on this Christmas Eve night. The others went back to what they were doing before he entered..

Michael just stood there in awe as the doors behind him swung closed, squeezing the baby to his chest " Look at them Tiffany, just look at em. They're just as magical as I imagined.. " he went over to one and touched him, the deer happily took the scratch behind the ear. The old gentleman giggled like a school girl who just found out the boy she likes likes her too at the happy reindeer. Only his happiness was cut short when two voices of smaller beens echoed into the stables.

He swallowed, looking frantically for a place to hide. Only he stopped, thinking for a moment before grinning ear to ear. He then looked down at the baby in his arms " well.. " he began, kissing the baby on the head again " I think I found your new home young in..take care of yourself and-" the voices grew louder,

He had to wrap it up as fast as he could " ..and..and.. Always remember grandpa Mike loves you..!" With that said he gently placed the baby in a bundle of hay that was out in the open nearest the door before he rushed away. Hiding in one of the stalls before he could break for the door.

Two elves, a husband and wife entered, fighting over something christmas related obviously.

" But Martin, Last year we went to santa's get together for the elves remember? For our first Christmas as a married elves? My mother really wants us home this year.. " the smaller elf, a reindeer helper muttered as she began to check the sleigh and hook up important components for the deer, " Heather! " the taller elf muttered, " This get together is fun! Much more entertaining than your moth- " he silenced himself as his wife stopped what she was doing to glare. " Martin it's no, I told her yes already."

"You, did what?!" The male elf hopped on-top the sleigh,"and you didn't talk to me?!"

"Martin you know that's how I-"

She was broken off by a wailing sound, a baby wailing sound.

"..what was that..?" Her husband whimpered, sliding off the wooden carrier. His hands going up against his mouth as he bit his finger nails " it sounded like an awful beast that has come for the flesh of us elves! " Heather simply rolled her eyes and jumped off the slay to her husbands side " oh quit your bickering! It sounded like a baby."

"B-Baby?! Down here? How in the world is that possible?"

While the two continued to bicker and move towards the hay covered infant, Grandpa Michael watched from the stall nearest the edit of the stables, in interest. He was in awe once more when he caught site of the elves as he peaked out " They're smaller than I thought!" He exclaimed softly, moving back into his hiding place tio jot down an imagine of them in his handy little journal.

Meanwhile the female elf finally found the source of the noise, one of the reindeer too took notice and began to lick at the baby's face; Taking In her salty tears happily. Heather quickly went over to Dancer, and pushed his nose away " bad deer, bad! Leave the wee one alone!" Once the beast's snout was out of the way, The wife got a closer look at the baby girl, " Martin!" Her husband, still quite shaken up slowly joined her side.." Look! It is a baby! And there's something on her chest."

Heather took the tag off of the baby and looked at it in curiosity, reading its context out loud for her husband to hear " Please take care of me.. My name is Tiffany.."

"Tiffany? Ohh I love that name.."

Her husband gulped, " reminds me of my cousin Tiffany, she isn't a pretty sight and she likes to tease me a lot.."

Heather didn't give a reply as she attempted to prop the baby up by herself " Ohh look at her..she must be so hungry.." That's when she turned to look at her husband, " we need to tell the clauses, and fast. They need to know she's here.."

Her spouse gave her a salute and a nod, before racing upstairs and toward the clauses living quarters..