Christmas Elf

Part 12

"Sir Kringle. Good morning." Frost walked up to our doorstep. I had just stepped outside to deliver drinks for Nick.

"Goodmorning Frost, what can I help you with?" I nodded my head to signal for him to follow me to the workshop.

"I wanted to talk to Saint Nickolas. If that's possible." he followed me along the shoveled out path.

"He's just in the workshop, here I'm headed that way." I reached the door and knocked with my hands full. I could hear the fumbling of tools and chairs scratching the wood on the floor. Soon the door swung open and Nick's tall frame soon loomed in the doorway.

"Christmas you brought them?" He reached for a mug and smiled calmingly.

"And I brought Frost, he wanted to talk with you." I motioned towards the younger man as I stepped inside from the cold.

"Hello Saint Nickolas. I wish to talk to you about the project." Frost commented.

"Of course let's step outside. Christmas, can you put my mug on the table for me?" he turned to me, handing back his mug. This was a normal thing by now, he and frost would leave for hours on a project and i was not allowed to know why. I didn't care much though since a project could have meant a building or candy making.

The two men exited the building as I got to work making trinkets for the tree in the corner of the room. Nick had cut it down and brought it in to decorate the house, to bring joy and light. I could see some that Nick had behun next to him and admired the man's wood carving work.

Soon minutes turned to hours and the drink I made him all but turned cold. The light outside had grown dark, and the candlelight was all that illuminated the workshop. I had made copious amounts of ornaments for the tree and hung them wherever I pleased.

"Chris, I'm sorry it took so long to be able to get back. My drink must be cold by now." Nick finally had returned, the coal burn fresh on his hands.

"It's fine, I made more ornaments for the tree." I turned in my chair to greet him. A small box placed under his arm wrapped and red lined.

"This is for you, and the tree." he removed the box and placed it on the table for me. He took his place on his own chair and watched intently as I opened it. Inside was a star, gold and shining. Soon I could see the candle holder in its center, empty waiting for a candle to hold. Underneath it was a cap for the top of the tree.

"A tree topper?" I questioned looking at the man leaning into the workbench watching me.

"For our tree, I have been working on it for weeks to give you. I hope you are not mad at my absence." he opened the holder and placed a new candle in its hold.

"I love it, why don't we put it on the tree after it has been decorated." I commented. It was well made and beautiful. I was truly happy about it.