Welcome to “Dear Kringle,” the official advice column of The Tinsel Post, where matters of the heart, hat, and holiday are handled with care, cocoa, and a sprinkle of powdered sugar.
Each week, our resident advice expert, “Kringle”, answers your most pressing and peppermint-scented questions — whether it’s about shelf anxiety, elf friendships, cookie confusion, or crushes gone sleigh-shaped.
📝 Want to write in? Send your letters (confidentially, of course!) via enchanted scroll, snow-mail dropbox, or just tuck them behind the second candy cane on the left in Santa’s Village Mailroom. Kringle reads every single one — usually with mittens on and cocoa in hand.
Dear Kringle,
Every time I bake cookies for my elf roommates, they secretly stash the best ones before I get home. I’ve tried labeling, hiding, and even decoy baking. What do I do?!
— Crumb-Crushed in Candy Cane Lane
Dear Crumb-Crushed,
Oh honey crumb, you’re dealing with a classic case of cookie hoarding. Here’s what you do: bake a batch with super extra peppermint chips and hide a spicy cinnamon surprise in the center. Label those “FOR SHARING.” Keep the real goodies in a locked tin labeled “emergency glitter stock.” Works every time. Trust me. I once fooled a raccoon that way.
— Kringle
Dear Kringle,
I’ve been assigned a new shelf this season and I’m so nervous! What if the kids don’t like me? What if the dog eats my hat again?!
— Panicked on the Pine Bough
Dear Panicked,
Deep breaths and a double dose of glitter. New shelves are like new chapters — full of wonder (and occasionally sticky fingers). Remember, you were chosen because you’re resilient, magical, and slightly squishy. If the dog goes for your hat again, consider a stylish helmet. Confidence is key, even if you’re wrapped in duct tape.
— Kringle
Dear Kringle,
Is it bad if I don’t love singing carols? Everyone else belts out “Jingle Bells” like it’s a national anthem, but I’d rather listen to lo-fi cocoa beats in my headphones.
— Silent Night Elf
Dear Silent,
Absolutely not bad! Some elves sparkle in quiet joy. Not everyone has to hit the high notes (especially if you’re a baritone trying to sing Mariah). You do you, sugarplum. And if anyone side-eyes you, hand them a candy cane and hum in harmony.
— Kringle
Dear Kringle,
My best elf friend got promoted to Ribbon Supervisor, and now we barely hang out. She’s always in the bow lab! I feel like I lost my sparkle buddy.
— Tangled in Tinsel
Dear Tangled,
Oh sweetheart, friendship changes like frosting — sometimes it melts a bit, but the sweetness stays. Try scheduling a regular cocoa chat, even if it’s just 10 minutes. If that fails, sneak a glittergram into her desk drawer. Nothing says “I miss you” like a heartfelt note and some peppermint dust.
— Kringle
Dear Kringle,
I have a crush on a Reindeer Flight Tech and every time I see them, I accidentally launch something. Last week it was a spring-loaded marshmallow catapult. Help!
— Crash-Landing Cupid
Dear Cupid,
First of all, adorable. Second, classic elf nerves. It’s practically a rite of passage. Try channeling your inner cocoa confidence and compliment their antler polish next time. Simple, sweet, effective. And maybe keep your marshmallow launchers in safety mode, just in case.
— Kringle
