Who Stole Christmas?

𝕾𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘

The door opened with Melchior's feet strapped around his bronze sandal and everyone froze for a second as the snow and cold from outdoors travelled into the room.

"I feel the spirit of Christmas in this room tonight," Melchior uttered and the hall went back to being rowdydowdy all over again.

      The dwarves engaged in a burping contest after gulping a gallon of wine. The lads and ladies sang the songs of Christmas and the little children raced to and fro in extreme merriness.
      Melchior took a step backwards and he shut the door behind him. He released some breath of cold air and gazed afar off at the enchanting beauty of the Christmas trees on the hills and the lights at every corner of the city.
      He sensed a presence behind him and swiftly turned with his crystal staff of light and pinned the individual to the wall of the building, almost driving the staff down his chest. It was only Balthazar, his good friend.

"Woah!" Balthazar surrendered with his hands raised high.

"It's you," Melchior said, still surveying the environment. He let the lad down and hid his weapon.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Keeping watch," Melchior answered in his usual posture of alertness; never facing his conversations.

"Mel, I thought we talked about this. It's Christmas! Where is your Christmas spirit?"

"I do not have one."

"You can't be Winterfell's guardian angel every year. You need some time off from protecting this town. You need to enjoy this Christmas."

"There is a spider on your hair."

"A what?!" Balthazar spinned and beat his head consistently. "Get it off! Get it off!!" He yelled impatiently. Melchior then swept the spider with his staff and stabbed it with the sabre-like staff.

"Thank you," Balthazar managed to say. But his voice still wasn't suppressed by Melchior's vivid point. "Christmas is only two days away, Mel. You're gonna be busy saving everyone's butt while they are merrily feasting with their families. There is nothing to save, it's Christmas. Everyone is too busy having a wonderful time. You should too."

"I do not have a family, I don't have anything. Protecting others who have stuffs so they would not end up like me is what makes me happy."

"I understand. But you still need to take a break and have some fun too. Let your guard down for just a day." Balthazar looked into his eyes, "Please."

Melchior sighed. "Only for a day."

"Yes!"