Book Six: Chapter 51

“Then no more Santa.” Kisa whistled. “That’s some pretty heavy stuff right there. But we’re not time locked either, and I believe in him, so it should be safe, right?”

Holly shook her head. “No. It takes a special kind of belief. Knowing he exists and believing in him are entirely separate things. A child has a special kind of belief, an innocent way of seeing the world that adults lose. They believe without needing proof, which is a very big deal. Elves were created to love Santa, so our belief in him is baked into our magical cookie code. An adult who believes in Santa with child-like innocence despite being told he doesn’t exist is essentially impossible to find these days.”

“Tink believe,” the goblin declared. “Santa bring Tink special person to love, always believe in Santa.”

“You hardly have an innocent worldview,” Holly said with a snort. “You were just pretending to milk yourself. Besides, the first time I met you and said Santa needed your help, you called