The elves don't have time to change over all the factories, but Lev has spent a lot of time on Optimal Children's-Happiness-Increasing. It's too late in the year to begin making medicine, but they can make water purification devices and solar ovens and bicycles and tin for roofs, and the candy can get vitamin supplements for malnourished children.

They're not really sure about this government thing and hope Santa has it handled. 

Bruce has read as much as he can cram into his head about international law. He has filed a flight plan with the FAA, which got posted on an out-of-the-way page on their website as an adorable Christmas joke. He debated contacting NORAD for several hours spread over several days and chickened out. He has a press release ready to be emailed to several hundred government and media email addresses at the push of a button in which he explains as much as he can explain, disclaims any affiliation with any national government, and asserts a desire for peace on Earth. It makes no mention of Jesus or religion whatsoever, but tries not to be conspicuous about this.

The Secretary General of the United Nations and the leaders of several UN Security Council members have grandkids, and those grandkids are getting presents. Not unusually expensive or personalized presents. Small but nicely wrapped toys of the sort a lot of first world kids will be getting this year.  

He isn't optimally prepared. He knows that. But he knows another year won't get him optimally prepared either, and he thinks he's about as close as he can get. In the end, he's banking on the expectation that nobody will want to be the guy who attacks Santa Claus for delivering too many presents.