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Once upon a time, there was a little elf named Mistletoe 

that called the North Pole her home. 

Mistletoe looked just like all of the others from the 

outside. She wore a bright red hat, green shoes with 

sparkly buckles, and her ears pointed left and right (for 

this is how you can tell an elf from a human, you know!).

Mistletoe was not like the other elves, though. Mistletoe 

was born blind.

When someone is blind that means that they cannot use 

their eyes very well. Some people that are blind cannot 

see at all. Humans (and elves) that are blind may use 

special walking sticks or even dogs that are trained to 

guide them.

One day, the day before Christmas Eve to be exact, the 

North Pole was filled with its normal hustle and bustle. 

Elves and tiny penguins were darting every which way 

packing up the last of the presents for the children.

Mistletoe wanted so badly to see the brightly wrapped 

goodies, to decorate the tree, and most importantly to help 

Santa Claus by making toys like all of the others. 

She could not do so without her eyes.

She did not want to be different.

She just felt like giving up her Christmas spirit.

Santa always told her, "Mistletoe, you ARE important! You 

were made beautifully just the way you are. Never forget - 

you are the only YOU! One day you will surprise us all!"

"Okay, Santa," she would say, but she always thought, 

"What will I do? I'm so different! I can't even make a 

single toy!"

Mistletoe was sad as she slowly made her way across the 

streets, others running by with orders in their heads. 

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