Christmas Elf

Part 4

When I opened my eyes I was greeted by a colorful room. I could see red caps hanging from a fireplace and a lovely fire kissing at the floor just underneath. A tall man was at the heath holding a mug. His hair was peppered, his skin was tan, his cheeks rossy. In his arms was my daughter playing with an unfamiliar toy. His ears were the strangest of all about this man, they were pointed and cherry tipped.

"You are one odd man." I let out a scratched grumble.

"Odd? Why look at you, don't you see you are my guest?" the man looked up from his place next to the kettle. I got a better look at his face, it was round, his skin was tan and his cheeks in a constant blush. His ears kept their shape behind his curly black and grey hair. His body matched his face, he was a large well built man, from what i could see behind the sweater and trousers he was fit, like he worked with heavy logs daily. His hands were darkened with coal dust and his wool socks matched his sweater.

"You have pointed ears, I've never seen someone with pointed ears." I hummed slowly moving onto the floor from the soft couch. I watched as Holy stared at me, she seemed drowsy and unsure of what to do.

"Papa, you were right, we woke up somewhere warm." She removed herself from his arms and walked towards me, I could see her unfamiliar clothes and dark purple beanie.

"I'm an Elf, Nickolas Claus at your service. And I'm one of hundreds of elves, you are in our town after all Mr." he remarked, adjusting himself to face us. My daughter joined me and slowly removed her hat. In place of her rose red ears were points.

"Your ears, little dove. Say Nickolas, did you make my baby girl here an elf too?" i had no room to complain about the elf part, he had saved us from death, but why had he turned my daughter into an elf.

"You have them too. I promise I did not turn you into elves, you just have our ears, it's a side effect of our magic, you both were almost dead." he scolded.

"Ok, Mr.Claus, tell me this. Where are we?" I grumbled tired of his banter.

"And what were you dragging on out there for. You almost killed your daughter and for what stupid reason was that?" He argued back.

I shut my mouth not wanting to explain my dreadful backstory. I could tell my daughter didn't understand either, she was unaware of the issues stated.

"Chris, Christopher Kringle. And this is my daughter Holy Kringle." I stated before setting her down and standing up myself. I limped over to the window to look outside. Nickolas had been right, we were inside a huge village, elves littered the festive streets. Songs and children danced in the streets.

"Well Kringle, call me Nick. or Saint Claus if you want."He walked up behind me, placing a mug on the counter next to me. I could feel him hold me up, taking note of the new clothes I wore, baggy reds and blacks matching my daughters.

"Well Nick, thank you for saving us." I leaned into the bigger man tiredly.