Allie Calvin is the oldest and only daughter of Scott Calvin. She was 15 when her father puts on the suit. Allie Calvin is nothing like her brother. She doesn't believe in Santa, she doesn't believe in magic, and she doesn't believe in elves. Allie...
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It could get a lot worse, Allie was finding out.
Her Dad had jumped out of the sleigh, telling her to watch Charlie. He followed after one of the elves, and Allie huffed, scanning her surroundings quickly. With shaking hands, she stood up, nearly falling from how badly she was still shaking.
"Allie, look!"
The blonde girl turned to her brother, seeing him running around the workshop. She jumped out of the sleigh, trying to follow him. "Charlie!"
It was hard to keep track of him, seeing as he was the same height as everyone else. She shoved by the elves, ignoring their disgruntled glances. She looked to the side, and grunted when she ran into someone. With a grunt, she and the person stumbled. The elf she had run into turned to glare at her. "Will you watch where you're going?"
Allie glared back at him. His eyes flickered to the hat, and his gaze changed, but it was just as angry. The elf clenched his jaw, before saying, "I was wondering who had the hat."
"Allie, where's Charlie?" Scott asked.
The girl shrugged. "I don't know. He ran off, and I ended up bumping into him. And why does it matter if I have the hat?"
"Because that makes you," the elf pointed at Allie and then Scott. "Santa's helper. With Santa, of course, being your Dad."
Allie stared at him, before a snort of laughter escaped her. She couldn't stop as it took over, and she had hunched forward slightly, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to muffle her laugh. When she was able to stop, she looked up, trying to hide her smile. The elf in front of her was staring at her in confused anger. "What?"
"I'm Santa's helper?" She asked, her tone slightly mocking. "And my Dad is Santa?"
"Yes." He nodded, looking at her if she were stupid.
Allie snorted. "Okay."
The elf clenched his jaw, and turned back to Scott, who was watching the interaction. "And who is this?"
"Uh, this is my daughter Allie," he said. "Allie this is..."
"Bernard," the elf said.
"Right," Scott said. "Now, what is all this talk about Santa and his helper?"
Bernard smiled a tight smile, though his eyes gave away his frustration. "Can I get you a drink?"
"No, I don't want a drink."
"I'll take something strong," Allie said.
"No, you won't," Scott said. "We don't–"
"I'm thirsty, and hungry, too."
Allie turned towards the voice of her brother, and she stepped forward, grabbing his shoulders. "Charlie, where did you go! You were supposed to stay in the sleigh with me. Why don't you ever listen? You made me worried!"
