It was the night before Christmas, and all was quiet at the North Pole. The elves were busily wrapping presents, the reindeer were resting in their stalls, and Santa was checking his list one last time. But there was one little elf, named 67, who was feeling left out.

67 had always been a hard worker, but this year, he felt like Santa had forgotten about him. He didn't have a special job or a shiny new sled like the other elves. As he sat alone in the workshop, he couldn't help but wonder if Santa had forgotten to give him a gift.

Suddenly, Santa burst through the door, his eyes wide with worry. "67! I've forgotten about you!" he exclaimed. "I need you to come with me to the North Pole immediately. There's a problem with one of the presents, and only you can fix it!"

67 couldn't believe his ears. He had been chosen for a special mission! Without hesitation, he jumped up and followed Santa to the sleigh. They flew through the night sky, the reindeer pulling them swiftly towards the North Pole.

When they arrived, 67 quickly got to work, using his special skills to repair the broken present. As he finished, Santa beamed with pride. "You did it, 67! Thanks to you, all the presents will be delivered on time." 67 felt like the luckiest elf in the world, and he knew that Santa had never really forgotten about him.