“Father Christmas lived at 7 Reindeeer Road, right next to Reindeer Field, on the edge of Elfhelm. His house, like many of the houses in Elfhelm, was made of reinforced gingerbread and -unlike almost all other houses in Elfhelm- it had a front door so large you didn’t have to bend forward to walk through it. “
We passed another table with a giant red printing machine where an elf was pressing big green buttons. As he pushed the controls different books would fly out of the top of the huge machine and land into different elf hands.
‘Books,’ said Father Christmas, ‘are the greatest gifts of all. Nothing else comes close.’