Santa Swigged back another pint of the ‘green’ His tolerance for all things alcohol was legendary, after all not many people visited millions of homes in a night and had a brandy in each. In fact, he did not feel to bad all things considered. The wormwood should have really knocked him off his feet by now. If anything the magic was starting to kick in, and he was being invigorated. His rheumy eyes focused on the screen once more.
Mr. Orange – “Rudolph you sneaky little sucker, I knew I could not trust you. Planning away to overthrow me. Tyrant, pah you fecker, it’s false news! I’ll be sticking your glowing red nose up your glowing red…”
Littlestar – “Ahh peace all year round, such a noble belief. Something that is worth fighting for. Skin them for such thoughts? Never. But their naivety is heart-breaking. I love you all the same, my darling beautiful beasts!”
Joshua Jones – “Strange how small things can drive minds into the darkest of places. Simple decorations, is it jealousy or coveting that which is not ours? It is Christmas, they need something to lighten them, a symbol for the season.”
Tisiphone – “It seems so harsh, but it is true, you don’t get to fly around the world at the speeds needed without there being some kind of consequence. Tolerance must be worked towards.”
DEO – “Zombie reindeer? Why not? They are still fulfilling their duty, and if they are after brains, there should be no problem, there are not that many around here anyway.”
Ivy Moser – “See this is what I’m talking about, people don’t see the power there. All they want to do is right their blood soaked stories and see the twisted realities, because they thing it is funny. But there is a majesty and power to the beasts that keeps them safe in their beds, and they don’t even realise it.”
Santa stared at the full glass of green and frowned. He had nearly fallen into a slump again, but it was Christmas damn it, he was not going to collapse in on himself as he had done only once before.
Strange though, the ‘Green’ had hardly affected him. The alcohol he could handle, but the wormwood would normally knock him off his feet.