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Santa leapt off his sleigh, shiny black boots sprinkling snow in all directions. He had barely landed and already the hanger was a hive of activity. It might have been an emergency that brought him back, but that did not seem to stop everyone congregating upon him like bees to a big red pot of honey. Honestly, they would have coped if he had not been forced home.
He accepted the mug of hot chocolate though, and took checked over a present with a perceived fault.
“Bedlamite - It is a funny old thing, faith. I mean you can trust it as far as you want, but sometimes it can turn on you and destroy all you believe. But these are the times when you should trust it most, when believers give in to despair, and the unbelievers believe. Just hold onto faith when things are at their worst and who knows you might just get rewarded.”
He frowned as he thrust the present back into open hands. There was nothing wrong with it. Sometimes the elves worried about nothing! The thing they should have been worrying about was getting away. With a sack of toys no less!
He reached the door and found a present dropped as Tugudjynglbawls had made his escape, just one little present all on it’s own. Insignificant it may have seemed but then, every present was special.
“Tywin - Faith and love go together very well and can be entwined in so many ways. Whether it is the love of a good woman, a family member or friend, it can give the heart a bedrock of faith that is hard to be shaken. A letter must come, and despite everything screaming that it will not, that hope, that faith that it will is enough to give anyone the strength to keep going.”
Reddsmelibuum pulled the door open and they all stared out into the winter wasteland beyond. Snow blew in sheets across a landscape of ice and drifts. A single piece of wrapping paper blew across the world, twisting and turning in the jaws of the storm, but with supernatural speed Santa plucked it from the air. It had once held a present. The name was enough, he knew what it had been...
“Mr Orange - When viewed by an outsider another’s beliefs might seem strange, could either seem threatening, but nothing more than superstition. This of course is a mistake. All those boys and girls that don’t believe in me get no presents. And this ably shows that. A faith that might look dark and able to incite others to violence may well be a good thing to remove. Unless of course there is truth in the belief and in the act of removing a threat you actually release a more real one....”
It was something that was often missed, the big man realised as he looked out into the snow, the true nature of the magic that he possessed. Oh everyone knew that there was some magic involved, that particular one that everyone thought about – going around the world in one night delivering all the presents to the worthy girls and boys – but there was so much more. He looked at the opened present in his had. It sparkled with a light of its own, and then it was something different. For someone different.
“Chris – A rather thought provoking tale that makes me seem so much bigger and more important than I am in the scheme of things. Perhaps. It is still wonderful to be seen for the first time by those who might not understand my nature, but just by spreading my name the magic I am spreads. Across worlds and minds. Sedition indeed.”
The present seemed to dissolve in his hands and then Santa stomped off into the blizzard, following footprints that only he could see….
To be continued…
Am having a few problems controlling the colours... many apologies for the lack of red!
He accepted the mug of hot chocolate though, and took checked over a present with a perceived fault.
“Bedlamite - It is a funny old thing, faith. I mean you can trust it as far as you want, but sometimes it can turn on you and destroy all you believe. But these are the times when you should trust it most, when believers give in to despair, and the unbelievers believe. Just hold onto faith when things are at their worst and who knows you might just get rewarded.”
He frowned as he thrust the present back into open hands. There was nothing wrong with it. Sometimes the elves worried about nothing! The thing they should have been worrying about was getting away. With a sack of toys no less!
He reached the door and found a present dropped as Tugudjynglbawls had made his escape, just one little present all on it’s own. Insignificant it may have seemed but then, every present was special.
“Tywin - Faith and love go together very well and can be entwined in so many ways. Whether it is the love of a good woman, a family member or friend, it can give the heart a bedrock of faith that is hard to be shaken. A letter must come, and despite everything screaming that it will not, that hope, that faith that it will is enough to give anyone the strength to keep going.”
Reddsmelibuum pulled the door open and they all stared out into the winter wasteland beyond. Snow blew in sheets across a landscape of ice and drifts. A single piece of wrapping paper blew across the world, twisting and turning in the jaws of the storm, but with supernatural speed Santa plucked it from the air. It had once held a present. The name was enough, he knew what it had been...
“Mr Orange - When viewed by an outsider another’s beliefs might seem strange, could either seem threatening, but nothing more than superstition. This of course is a mistake. All those boys and girls that don’t believe in me get no presents. And this ably shows that. A faith that might look dark and able to incite others to violence may well be a good thing to remove. Unless of course there is truth in the belief and in the act of removing a threat you actually release a more real one....”
It was something that was often missed, the big man realised as he looked out into the snow, the true nature of the magic that he possessed. Oh everyone knew that there was some magic involved, that particular one that everyone thought about – going around the world in one night delivering all the presents to the worthy girls and boys – but there was so much more. He looked at the opened present in his had. It sparkled with a light of its own, and then it was something different. For someone different.
“Chris – A rather thought provoking tale that makes me seem so much bigger and more important than I am in the scheme of things. Perhaps. It is still wonderful to be seen for the first time by those who might not understand my nature, but just by spreading my name the magic I am spreads. Across worlds and minds. Sedition indeed.”
The present seemed to dissolve in his hands and then Santa stomped off into the blizzard, following footprints that only he could see….
To be continued…
Am having a few problems controlling the colours... many apologies for the lack of red!
