“Why don’t we give them to Goblin?”

The squirrel’s question hung in the air, mingling with the scent of pine and the soft hush of falling snow. The forest animals, each with their own shimmering coat or feathered wing, turned their gaze upon the deer, who had always been the heart of their woodland family.

“Why don’t we give them to Goblin?” the deer suggested, its voice gentle yet filled with a wisdom that belied its serene appearance.

The animals murmured among themselves, considering the deer’s proposal. The goblin, after all, was a creature of shadow and whim, known for its mischievous ways and love for trinkets and treasures. Yet, beneath its gruff exterior, the goblin had a heart that, on rare occasions, could show a glint of kindness.

The fox, still wearing the slippers that glowed with a light that seemed to capture the very essence of Christmas, nodded thoughtfully. “The goblin has never known the warmth of a Christmas gift,” it said. “Perhaps these slippers will light a spark of joy in its heart.”

And so, with a decision made, the animals set out through the forest, their paws and hooves leaving delicate prints in the snow. They found the goblin huddled in its den, surrounded by oddities and baubles that glittered in the dim light.

“Happy Christmas, Goblin,” the deer said, presenting the slippers with a bow of holly.

The goblin’s eyes widened in surprise, its usual gruffness melting away as it beheld the magical slippers. “For me?” he croaked but when he put the slippers on they were too big for him the goblin said why don’t you give them to the old lady at the north pole its not far from here the deer said