The F-Elf

A 'wayward' Elf leaves Santa to become a Chicago 'prince' and hopes to spread magic in a time of Earth-distance.

An Xmas-fable inspired by Elf (James Caan). Hope you like it, 

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Amlan Satan left the North-Pole because he felt he would feel closer to humans than with Santa and his workshop-elves as a Doubting-Thomas 'F-grade elf' and wanted to become a mall-shoppers' elf and hoped he's offer Americans a special social-media cheer for the Xmastime festivities. He wanted to network with like-minded folks on social-media for Xmastime-photos and magic. Would he succeed in this American photo-shop and commercial project?

AMLAN SATAN (Elf): "I've found a fantastic mall in the Windy-City and have become a mall-rep for Xmas-sales, Santa-buddy!"

For the post-9/11 age of great Chicago worry regarding the devastation of NY, Amlan Satan wanted to become a messenger of the games/toys of Xmastime and hoped to integrate into the human 'chess' world of commerce-IQ and traffic-securities imagination (ha).

AMLAN SATAN (Elf): Me thinks that Chicago needs a good reformation-conscious elf as much as New York, and I need magic!

CUSTOMER: Why'd you want me to buy a Christmas-themed chess-set, buddy?
ELF (Amlan Satan): You need magic in Chicago, real magic, and this Xmas-chess board will be 'ideal' for your kids/family!

CUSTOMER: Alright.

He became the city of Chicago's fave-elf that Xmas-season in that mall where he found solid paying work and he befriended a gorgeous young mall food-court Santa-costumed employee named Shelbye O'Hara whom he intended to marry and perhaps he'd even reveal that his secret origin was the North-Pole indeed. For now, however, he satisfied her with his incredible gift at quiche-cooking.

SHELBYE: A guy shouldn't be legally allowed to make quiche of this caliber, buddy.

ELF (Amlan Satan): I know, I know, but I'm so thrilled you find this quiche an intelligent dream, Shelbye O'Hara (mmm).

DAMIAN (Shelbye's son): You want to gift me this Strike-Force Randall Cunningham post-Eagles Viking-QB cards replica-set?
ELF (Amlan Satan): Yes; Shelbye explained you're her son from her divorce; you need Xmas-cheer, and this card-set is free!

DAMIAN: Free?
ELF: Sure...it's my 'free' gift to you, buddy!

DAMIAN: I can see now, Mr. Satan, why Shelbye whispered to me she might be in-love with you for your Xmas-mind.

ELF: Yes!

SHELBYE: This is my apartment, and you're welcome to stay here and play chess with Damian, buddy.

ELF: Oh, you're such a sweetheart, and I bet you're in-love with me because of my fond friendship with Damian, Shelbye!

SHELBYE: Haha; great; stay as long as you want, buddy.

ELF: You're really a good lady...you deserve the 'color' of this apartment, Shelbye O'Hara.

SHELBYE: Thanks...I guess (haha).

So, Amlan Satan, the proverbial 'F-Elf' of the North-Pole fell in-love with the lovely Shelbye O'Hara, and much had to do with the friendship with Damian, her darling-son from her previous/failed marriage to a Wall Street shark. The F-Elf (Amlan Satan) had brought a strange magical charm to Damian's life, and that's why Shelbye would consider him a welcomed fortune in her life now, in this otherwise commercially 'troubled' world of post-9/11 age consumerism darkness (whoa).

DAMIAN: Wow...you made me an 'Evil-Elf' comic-book avatar-doodle, buddy?
ELF (Amlan Satan): It's for you and for your mom as well, Ms. Shelbye O'Hara.

DAMIAN: Why'd he look so mischievous, buddy?
ELF: Well...let's say he's bringing us all some needed Windy-City humor in this time of great street-complication, ok?
DAMIAN: It's really funny, buddy.

ELF: It's meant to make everyone...silly, Damian.

DAMIAN: Thanks, Amlan.

Amlan/Shelbye fell in love and married and Damian became his best friend, and though the F-Elf never returned to the North-Pole, he decided that life in Chicago, among humans as a humanoid, would become the thing of faerie-tales, something everyone in the Windy-City would want...for an Xmas spelling of simple human Earth-world energizers (ha).

THE END

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)