It was a usual day for the elves, crafting presents all day, everyday in the worn-out, smoked and sweat smelling workshop. The elves were growing tiresome and wanted some fun in their lives. They thought that this day was the perfect opportunity because Santa was busy studying his routes for delivering presents in his office. The elves closed all the doors to minimise noise and got to work. An elf got his nutcracker that he named Norbert and had been working on and said that this would be a great thing to play around with. The elves saw that as a great idea and decided that he would be soaked in Christmas Magic (The Reindeers magic) and see what happens. Little that they knew that they are about to create a monster...

The nutcracker rose to life like the Frankenstein. The elves were scared now because he could be ruthless. He suddenly started chopping with his twin razor damascus steel teeth-blades and ate up all the Christmas Magic. He rampaged through the workshop and ate most of the presents. He pummelled through the vault containing all the christmas magic. After eating it all up he gained enough power. He shot up in the sky like a flash and made a giant hole in the roof. He was never to be seen again. The elves were so terrified what they had created. They decided not to tell Santa about this and came up with a back story that one elf was playing with explosives that made the hole in the roof and wrecked the whole workshop.

To this day he is still roaming around. Very few have seen him. Myths passed from generations down say that on the night of Christmas he eats presents that people aren't grateful for and scares them with his vicious teeth. Is he good or bad? You decide.