This is Charley, the trolley. He got the name Charley when Quentin was little; he misheard the trolley word and so Charley was initiated into our world. Charley used to run around a little tiny railroad, but over the years lost his track . . . or we lost track of it. He stayed for a long time in the china cabinet and on my bookcase, and then I took it into my head to put him on the tree in the sitting room.
He has the job of taking the elves back and forth between the beach and cliffside resort where they spend the off-season.