Geoff the Pedantic Elf A Christmas Proofreading Story

Geoff the Pedantic Elf A Christmas Proofreading Story Geoff the Pedantic Elf: A Christmas Proofreading Story ‘Twas the day after Christmas, when all through the house, not an animal was mixing, not by any means a mouse. This fit Santa Clause fine and dandy. It had been a bustling merry period, all things considered, coming full circle in his standard, material science challenging excursion around the globe to convey endowments to all the great young men and young ladies (he designated the mischievous rundown nowadays for proficiency). The reality he uses such a good old method of transport makes it considerably progressively great. Presently, however, his work finished, Santa was appreciating an all around earned plunk down in his office. He was simply presenting himself with a celebratory liquor, truth be told, when somebody thumped on the entryway. â€Å"Come in!† called Santa to the knocker. The entryway opened a break. Geoff, Santa’s top administrator mythical person, veered in anxiously. â€Å"Can I help you, youthful man?† asked Santa, laughing to himself (he knew well that Geoff was 974 years of age, which is genuinely admired in any event, for a mythical being). â€Å"It was a smart thought of yours to mechanize the Christmas list framework this year,† he included, enthusiastically. Are those even genuine glasses, Geoff? â€Å"Umm, that is really what I need to talk about,† said Geoff, staying away from eye to eye connection with his chief. â€Å"We’ve had a couple complaints.† â€Å"Complaints?† roared Santa, jumping to his feet and overshadowing the mythical being. â€Å"From whom?† Geoff cringed, yet dealt with a reaction: â€Å"Parents!† he squeaked, â€Å"It appears that there may have been a few grammatical errors in the Christmas list!† â€Å"Typos? Like what?† Santa protested, going after his tablet PC and opening the Good Boys and Girls application that Geoff had created to deal with the Christmas list this year. The head mythical being watched Santa battle with the gadget for a couple of moments, at that point delicately took it off him and explored to the â€Å"User Feedback† area. â€Å"Here,† he stated, â€Å"This one is from a mother who says you crawled into her little girl’s room and performed neural medical procedure on her in the night.† Not something youd need to wake up to. Santa Clause sniffed protectively. â€Å"Yes, well? The rundown obviously said that she needed a ‘boy brain’.† â€Å"It did,† concurred Geoff, â€Å"But it ought to have said ‘toy train’.† Santa’s face, ordinarily so rosy, abruptly turned pale. â€Å"Oh. Well. I can perceive any reason why she may be disturbed. I believed that seemed like an odd request.† He delayed. â€Å"Was there anything else?† â€Å"Quite a couple, actually,† answered Geoff. â€Å"There was a kid in Arkansas who needed a puppy.† â€Å"What did we deliver?† asked Santa with substantial fear. â€Å"A elitist, clearly. â€Å"The kid’s father says the kid blew a gasket when he found a specialist sat toward the finish of his bed, tasting espresso and dealing with a laptop.† Hes adorable, sure, yet would he say he is little dog charming? â€Å"I can imagine,† said Santa, drooping go into his seat. Santa’s forehead wrinkled as he squinted at the tablet screen. â€Å"Is that even how you spell ‘yuppie’?† â€Å"It’s a variation spelling,† clarified Geoff, shrugging. â€Å"That’s what you get when you employ temps to do the information section work, I guess.† â€Å"So, at that point, what do we do now?† Santa asked, seeking the mythical person for help. â€Å"First of all, we have to get pull out there and, ahem, make some corrections,† the mythical person proposed. â€Å"And at that point, before we begin on one year from now, we ought to likely recruit a proofreader.† â€Å"Good idea,† murmured Santa, before taking a profound swallow of liquor. Joyful CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE! Make sure to edit your letters to Santa next year!(Photo: Jonathan G Meath/wikimedia)