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Reddsmelibuum and Nikkurniccer looked at one another. Both were dressed in green with bells and they looked worried. It was unusual for their boss to break off during his run and head home. Everything was planned out perfectly. And it was all down to the rogue elf: Tugudjynglbawls. Honestly by stealing a sack of toys he could ruin Christmas. Almost instinctively one of them reached up and began to wrap a present. No matter what happened work never ended:
“Remedy - Oh Thomas. This was meant for Thomas but that is one little soul that will not be having a Christmas this year. It is a sad thing when one so young feels that there is nothing left but to follow his father and mother into an end. But... Is it an end? Perhaps there is more to it, perhaps they went somewhere else, and no matter what it was, his trust in his parents took him where he wanted to go...”
He shrugged and took another present of the shelf and began to put it into an empty sack, he checked it all the same and chatted on with his fellow.
“Mischov - How did this get in here? It was made by that elf who did a runner, decided that trying to make a living, a life away from here would be better than this perfection! I mean I wonder what on Earth he could be believing if he thought that was possible. Still I’m sure he is happy in his own way....”
The two elves looked at one another as a red light began to flash. Santa was approaching. Nikkurniccer grabbed one more present and began to wrap, but whistled as he caught sight of it.
“Juliana - Sometimes there is faith in what you are doing, that it is the right thing, eh? Like fighting in a bitter war, where everyone dies but both armies kept on fighting. But from that there come admiration for ones foes, until in the end it is just one on one, and trust becomes faith in the most unlikeliest of places...”
As the sleigh decelerated into the landing bay the two figures put aside the presents and headed toward the man they called boss, “Not going to be any time this year,” Nikkurniccer sighed, Won’t be able to watch that film you like, you know the one that’s on every years.” Reddsmelibuum shrugged,
“SB - It’s a wonderful life? It’s a great movie, it’s what Christmas should be all about and a reminder of all the good things. The funny thing is, every time you watch it you see something else, that everyone has some intrinsic goodness inside them and all it takes is learning just what leverage it takes to get the job done. As long as you do the right thing it will work out in the end...”
Santa leapt of the sleigh, and the elves watch him stride toward them. For someone who was often described as jolly, he was doing his best to dispel the stereotype. For a moment they did their best to distract themselves, talking about one last gift as the space between them narrowed.
“BigJ - Sometimes I wonder whether blind devotion is to much of a thing, you know? I mean unquestioning fanaticism can be a good thing, it is a driving force unlike any other. Bring victory after victory with no matter what the cost to those that face you. Does that make you special? Insane? It does not matter because everyone else is left trampled underfoot.”
To be continued...
“Remedy - Oh Thomas. This was meant for Thomas but that is one little soul that will not be having a Christmas this year. It is a sad thing when one so young feels that there is nothing left but to follow his father and mother into an end. But... Is it an end? Perhaps there is more to it, perhaps they went somewhere else, and no matter what it was, his trust in his parents took him where he wanted to go...”
He shrugged and took another present of the shelf and began to put it into an empty sack, he checked it all the same and chatted on with his fellow.
“Mischov - How did this get in here? It was made by that elf who did a runner, decided that trying to make a living, a life away from here would be better than this perfection! I mean I wonder what on Earth he could be believing if he thought that was possible. Still I’m sure he is happy in his own way....”
The two elves looked at one another as a red light began to flash. Santa was approaching. Nikkurniccer grabbed one more present and began to wrap, but whistled as he caught sight of it.
“Juliana - Sometimes there is faith in what you are doing, that it is the right thing, eh? Like fighting in a bitter war, where everyone dies but both armies kept on fighting. But from that there come admiration for ones foes, until in the end it is just one on one, and trust becomes faith in the most unlikeliest of places...”
As the sleigh decelerated into the landing bay the two figures put aside the presents and headed toward the man they called boss, “Not going to be any time this year,” Nikkurniccer sighed, Won’t be able to watch that film you like, you know the one that’s on every years.” Reddsmelibuum shrugged,
“SB - It’s a wonderful life? It’s a great movie, it’s what Christmas should be all about and a reminder of all the good things. The funny thing is, every time you watch it you see something else, that everyone has some intrinsic goodness inside them and all it takes is learning just what leverage it takes to get the job done. As long as you do the right thing it will work out in the end...”
Santa leapt of the sleigh, and the elves watch him stride toward them. For someone who was often described as jolly, he was doing his best to dispel the stereotype. For a moment they did their best to distract themselves, talking about one last gift as the space between them narrowed.
“BigJ - Sometimes I wonder whether blind devotion is to much of a thing, you know? I mean unquestioning fanaticism can be a good thing, it is a driving force unlike any other. Bring victory after victory with no matter what the cost to those that face you. Does that make you special? Insane? It does not matter because everyone else is left trampled underfoot.”
To be continued...
