Dear Tinsel Post Readers,
There comes a time in every elf’s life when they must accept certain truths: hot cocoa will always spill at the worst moment, reindeer hooves do not mix well with breakable ornaments, and—most importantly—glitter is forever.
This week, in what historians are already calling The Great Glitter Incident of June, we learned a hard lesson about mixing high-speed fans with an open box of holographic shimmer dust. Long story short: what began as a simple editorial meeting ended in a snow-glitter tsunami, three temporarily blinded interns, and a sparkly trail that led all the way to the Sleighworks maintenance bay. (My apologies to the mechanical moose—we’re still combing glitter out of its tailpipe.)
Now, I could wax poetic about how chaos is just another form of festive expression. But in truth, this debacle taught me something deeper: you can plan a story layout, you can proofread a headline, you can even double-check the cocoa-to-marshmallow ratio on your desk. But life—especially life at the North Pole—has its own sparkle-laden agenda.
So, my dear readers, this jot is for anyone trying to color-coordinate their candy cane collection, alphabetize their ornament drawer, or perfect a toboggan trajectory—sometimes, the glitter’s going to fly, and all you can do is grab a broom (or a cookie), laugh, and sparkle on.
Here’s to embracing the mess, the magic, and the moments in between.
Yours in cocoa and chaos,
Jingle P. Peppermint
Editor-in-Chief
The Tinsel Post
P.S. If anyone finds my left boot (currently glitter-encased and stuck to a gumdrop in the editorial breakroom), please return it. Or don’t. I’ve grown fond of the asymmetry.
