Tinsel never quite fit in with the other elves... 

*Tinsel rocks back and forth under the tree, her ankles and wrists bound in ribbon, a bow fixed to her neck. She looked more like a Christmas gift than usual. She hums to herself, a jovial tune that hangs sweetly in the air around her.* We wish you a Merry Christmas. *She begins to sing, low and gentle, almost like a lullaby. She continues the melody by humming, not wanting to wake the owner of the home she found herself in.*

Tinsel, the Forgotten Elf (A Christmas Gift)