Christmas Elf

Part 5

It was a weird change over the few months after Nick had saved us. Both of us had learned we enjoy making toys and started to make them for Holy and the other kids of the village.

"Hello Mr.Claus." I hummed, walking into his workshop. It was a quiet area where we made our toys. Shelves were lined with them, every shape, size, and color.

"Hello Mr.Kringle. What do I owe the honor of your visit for today?" he turned in his dark oak chair. Holy sat nuzzled into his big red coat, on his lap.

"I made you eggnog, I also brought news. Seeing as my birthday is two months away, I was thinking we would take holy to see my parents. Besides, I have to pick up some tools, i was thinking of handing out gifts to the kids of the town." I joined them, handing Nick a red and black cup, and Holy a green one.

"Your birthday? I never knew that. Mine is in February." he accepted the cup.

"Lovely to know, maybe next year I'll get you something?" I joined him at the workbench and leaned into it.

"Papa, they hate you. Why go back." my daughter called out, her small hands clinging to the big cup. I could see Nick's expression change, once of uncertainty and confusion.

"Christopher, a word." there it was, the moment i saw in his eyes. I nodded and followed out of the room. Outside had fresh powdered snow, the reindeers happily ate away at their hay just a few yards away in the barn. I watched as snowflakes landed on Nick's beard, adding to the grays and black. "Chris, what does Holy mean by they hate you?"

"Ten months ago, I was fired from the toy factory, as I told you, and left to find new work. Well my parents also told me they hoped I died, along with the fact I was the town's resident slump." I admitted taking Claus's hands within my own.

"They sound like they need coal." He grumbled.

"Santa, calm down. They hated that I had Holy by accident, and never had a wife. They shunned me when the pastor's son and I were found behind a shed.'' I noted using my nickname to cheer him up.

"I know Christmas, it just, it sounds like crap." He huffed, leaning against the workshop.

"I know, but hey, we get to make a lot of toys now." I boasted.

"I can do that." he winked, leading me back inside.