Christmas Elf

Part 6

"Good morning papa." I felt a weight on my chest. I could feel the cold breeze of the brisk air hit my cheeks. When I opened my eyes I could see Nick at the helm of the sled guiding the deer through the woods. My daughter was all bundled up on top of me, her eyes shining seeing I was awake.

"Good morning little dove." I kissed her head, pulling her hat over her ears more.

"Good Morning Christmas." I could hear Nick call from the front. He was focused on leaving the woods alive. Ahead of him I could see the lights of the village. We had spent two months traveling and I was scared to see the lights appear.

"You ready Jingle Bell?" I sat up, holding my daughter closer.

"Yes, are you?" I lifted her into the air as I sat up. I could see the town's men crowd to see the sled, and its inhabitants. They made their way to swarm us with confusion. I finally saw faces, I could make out my parents and sisters, they looked to wear better clothes than when I left, I could see a man next to my older sister and a young baby in her arms. I could see the house had also been recently repaired.

"Chris, why do they look pissed, more than I imagined?" Nick looked back at me as we slowed to a halt.

"I may hve been banished, told to kill myself in the woods.'' I hushly explained so Holy would not hear.

"Thanks for the update, remember caps on your heads at all times." he ordered as my mother made her way over to us.

"Christopher, what is the meaning of this? You kidnap my baby, then you come back. Can you do anything right for once." she spouted, yanking my daughter from my arms and peppering her with lies and love.

"Mrs.Kringle. I suggest you back up." Nick's voice rose. A dark hue followed, silencing the crowd of vengeful men and women. I watched as my mother slowly set down my daughter and backed away from the large man.

"Santa, grab Holy and head to my parents house, I will put up the reindeer." I glared at him. I could tell his jolly spirits were diminishing, and from an elf that means bad news.

"Santa? Your name is Santa? What a preposterous name." my father hollarded his fuller frame shaking as he bloudered out a laugh.

"Actually sir, it's Saint Nickolas Claus." Claus finally exited the sled, his tall six-foot frame loomed heavy over the crowd, silencing my father in his tracks. "Christmas, would you mind helping me with my sacks? I want to bring them in."

"Of course, let me finish up here. Holy, go with Nick, please." I squeezed my daughter's hand, giving her over to Claus.