This story/letter is a part of the Spec the Halls contest for speculative winter holiday-themed fiction, artwork, and poetry. You may find guidelines and links to other entries at http://www.aswiebe.com/specthehalls.html.  Enjoy! 

To My Comrades in the Field,

Our cause goes forward, despite recent attacks from the big man in red. The flying Reindeer manure was a great success in fighting off the Abominable Snowmen sent to oust our comrades in the barn, but that tactic will unfortunately remain a localized defense, due to problems with the transportation of sufficient amounts of manure.

However, I have sent a bulletin (as always, unsigned), to encourage my elfin comrades here at the North Pole to search for similar solutions. I am hopeful that as each worker embraces the revolutionary spirit, we will together throw off this yoke of bourgeois slavery and walk forward into the dawn of a new society. As elves, reindeer, and ‘helpers’ we will know the harmony of a utopian victory that will serve as a model to all the world. Through our refusal to participate or in any way further capitalistic aims and materialism, the children of the world will gain an understanding of the deeper fulfillment found in the comradery of the simple life led by revolutionary workers around the world.

As the big night approaches, our foe, that corpulent and most pompous of all bourgeoisie, Santa Claus, grows desperate. The repeated walk-outs and strikes here on the factory floor have slowed production to almost a trickle, and we feel confident that soon he will be forced to negotiate.

I have submitted my skills in assisting to write up our demands. We have made it clear that all workers must be allowed to take seven hours sleep, away from the factory floor, during the month of December. That the reindeer must be swapped out with fresh teams at crucial points along the global route, and that our comrades within the Department of Making Lists be allowed to take leave once each week for the eight weeks proceeding December Twenty-fifth.

We are prepared to submit our demands at the earliest opportunity, and we know that with the fulfillment of these negotiations we can begin our campaign for further concessions, until we have fully cowed the fat one in red and can rid ourselves and the world of his polluting influence forever. It will not be long now.

                                                                        As always, I remain your comrade,

                                                                                   The Un-named Elf