The North Pole was a hive of frenzied activity. Everywhere he turned, someone was decorating something, transporting toys, sweeping snow from the path, or tending to the animals. Jules was used to the controlled chaos—this was always the busiest time of the year.
He paused to look around at the elves he’d known all his life, and for the first time, he truly understood how they felt. They took their jobs seriously. What they did meant something to each one of them. Jules had never really appreciated it before, but after being part of the hardworking team on the island, he did now. Finally, something was important to him.
And someone.
He tried to quit thinking about Felix. The quicker he did this, the quicker he could get home to him.
Home. Interesting that he already thought of Snow Hop
