By the time you reach the workshop, the first sharp flakes of the blizzard are already swirling. You rush inside, brushing snow from your coat. Santa looks up from his desk. His smile is warm, but his eyes worry. "No luck?" You shake your head. "We couldn't find it anywhere." Santa pats your shoulder gently. "You did your best. That's all anyone can do." The next day, the blizzard finally calms, leaving tall drifts everywhere. You and a whole team of elves search the Frozen Lake area again…but the storm has buried any trace of the Nice List. It's gone. Santa gathers everyone in the workshop with a determined nod. "Well," he says, "we still have the Naughty List. So if we cross-reference…" He scribbles, squints, hums, and checks names twice. Finally, he claps his hands. "Good news! I can figure out who was nice… but not what toys they wished for." Santa sighs, stroking his beard. "So… the nice children will still get presents—just… maybe not the right ones." Christmas morning becomes one of the silliest in history. Children all over the world dash outside to trade toys. A skateboard for a doll. A robot for a puzzle. A kite for a drum. By lunchtime, everyone has something they love—and it becomes a Christmas the world never forgets. Sometimes even mistakes turn into a little magic. The End.