It is a little-known fact that the Broadsheet is written, edited, and distributed by elves.
(Have you ever noticed that it seems just to appear in your lobby, but you’ve never actually seen it being delivered? This is because elves are second-cousins to leprechauns, but that’s a story for another day.)
In any case, we are happy to devote the first 355 days of each year to bringing you the news. But, being elves, we have a confidential seasonal obligation a few hundred miles north of here that will keep us occupied until Sunday, after which we will rest until the New Year dawns.
The Broadsheet Daily will return to your inbox on January 2, and the next issue of the print edition will land in lobbies on January 12.
Another defining trait of elves (we get this from our third-cousins, the dwarfs) is that we can’t leave without offering some unsolicited advice.
So here (our imminent arctic workshop labors notwithstanding) it is:
Rather than giving and receiving presents, try to become the gift that somebody you love is hoping for, and seek to uncover — wrapped inside of people who love you — the gift that you most desperately need.
In the meantime, enjoy the figgy pudding; regift the fruitcake; God bless us all, every one; and to all a good night.