Justo A Tiempo En Navidad

A biting wind whips around the sprawling manufacturing campus at North Pole Workshops. The streets between the solid brick buildings are covered in fluffy withesnow. Flurries swirl against the steely gray sky of a lete November morning. But the soft glow of light from the windows and steady hum of machinery hint at theproductivity inside.

Buildings 1 and 2 house the company's masive mail facility, where children's letters to Santa are sorted and matched against a databasethat tracks the writer's behavior over the course of the year. Inside Bulding 3, gleaming steel equipment moves board games and Erector sets toward pallets wherethey are shrink wrapped and readied for distribution on Christmas Eve. read garland is draped across the windows that line the outer walls, though none of the busyelves seems to notice the festive touch.
A large man in a red suit walks among the workers. his smiles and waves are returned by the elves bustling on the shopfloor. It is just five weeks until Christmas, and the plant is in high fear. The man is startled by the short, sharp blast of a horn and turns to find aforkliftstacked high with boxes pulling up alongside him.
"sorry for the horn, Santa. Not a minute to waste" says the elf at the wheel.
"How's everything going, Smitty?"Santa Claus asks.
!It seems that all the children want Timmy!" The elf pauses to wipe a handkerchief across his forehead. "We got the news late last night-put thepedal to the metal on Timmy the Tinsel Town Train. I've been on this floor for almost 75 years, and I've never seen it busier. Gorra run!" the elf toots and waves