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Fun Story #34 Christmas Eve Special.

Jord was feeling restless. She had traveled across many lands, but she had never found a place that felt like home. She was the earth itself, but she did not belong to any people or culture. She had given birth to Thor, the mighty god of thunder, but she had never seen him grow up. She had been married to Odin, the king of the gods, but he had left her for Frigg, the queen of Asgard. She had no friends, no family, no purpose.

She wandered around in the steppe, a dry, grassy plain. She liked the openness and the simplicity of the landscape. She felt a connection with the soil and the plants, but she also felt a loneliness that gnawed at her heart. She wished she could find someone who would understand her, who would love her, who would stay with her.

She saw a bright light in the distance. She was curious and followed it. She came across a large wooden house, decorated with colorful lights and ornaments. She smelled a sweet aroma of cookies and cakes. She heard a cheerful laughter and a jolly voice. She knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" the voice asked.

"I am Jord, the earth goddess," she said.

"Jord? Well, well, well, what a pleasant surprise! Come in, come in, don't be shy!" the voice said.

The door opened and Jord saw a man with a long white beard, a red suit, and a big belly. He had a kind face and a warm smile. He was holding a sack full of toys and gifts.

"Hello, Jord, I am Santa Claus, also known as Saint Nicholas. Welcome to my home!" he said.

"Santa Claus? Saint Nicholas? I have heard of you. You are the one who brings joy and happiness to the children of the world every year. You are a good man," Jord said.

"Thank you, Jord, you are too kind. But I am not alone. Let me introduce you to my wife, Ms Claus. She is the one who makes all the delicious treats and keeps everything in order here. She is a wonderful woman," Santa said.

He led Jord to the kitchen, where a woman was busy baking cookies. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a fair complexion. She wore a red dress and a white apron. She looked up and saw Jord.

"Hello, dear, who is this?" she asked.

"This is Jord, the earth goddess. She was passing by and I invited her in. Jord, this is my wife, Ms Claus," Santa said.

Jord looked at Ms Claus and felt a shock. She recognized her. She was Skadi, the giantess of winter, the hunter of the mountains, the former wife of Njord. She was her old rival, her enemy, her opposite.

"Skadi?" Jord said.

"Jord?" Skadi said.

They stared at each other in disbelief.

"Wait, you two know each other?" Santa asked.

"Yes, we do. We have a long history. A history of conflict and resentment. A history of pain and sorrow. A history of hate," Jord said.

"Indeed, we do. We have nothing in common. We are different in every way. We are enemies by nature. We are rivals by fate," Skadi said.

They glared at each other with hostility.

"Wow, this is awkward. I had no idea. How did this happen?" Santa asked.

"It's a long story. A story of gods and giants, of love and war, of betrayal and revenge. A story of our world and culture," Jord said.

"Would you like to hear it?" Skadi asked.

"Sure, why not? I have some time. And maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to make peace. After all, it's Christmas Eve, the night of miracles. The night of forgiveness and reconciliation. The night of love and joy. The night of God's grace," Santa said.

He sat down on a couch and gestured for Jord and Skadi to join him. They hesitated, but then reluctantly agreed. They sat on opposite sides of him, keeping a distance from each other.

"Alright, then. Let's hear it. How did you two meet? How did you two become enemies? How did you two end up here?" Santa asked.

Jord and Skadi looked at each other and sighed. They began to tell their story. A story that spanned centuries and realms. A story that involved many gods and giants. A story that revealed many secrets and surprises. A story that changed their lives forever.

A/N: Sorry that I haven't been active, just occupied with the holidays. But thankfully, I've written my first Christmas special.

A/N: This story also serves as a nod to the fact that Christmas is influenced by Norse Mythology. For example, Santa Claus is influenced by Odin, and the whole "eight reindeer" thing is influenced by Sleipnir having eight legs, while I call Rudolph "the head of Sleipnir".

A/N: Also, I think plenty of you might've heard about the debate of when Yeshua was born, with, for example, Ian Paul, a theologian, biblical scholar and author who blogs at his website Psephizo, guess for the true date of Jesus' birth is somewhere in September, based on a complex set of calculations related to the birth of John the Baptist, also mentioned in Luke. A fall date for Christmas makes sense when you consider that the shepherds were in the fields tending their flocks, a sign of mild weather. Paul says that by December, the Judean foothills outside of Bethlehem are cold enough to get snow.

A/N: Again, that's his guess. And his birth is still debated. But we'll just leave it like that.

A/N: Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one and Merry Christmas!