The Forgotten
Santa woke up with a headache and blurred vision, the land, and the journey became a dream that had already turned to blur for he did not remember what happened. His body was tired, his arms and legs in a sweat but he felt warm, warm under the blankets and the fireplace around him. He remembered the smell of toys and burned wood like a fresh brew coffee, a familiar place he was in, his home, his cottage, the North Pole.
Christmas had ended and so had his job, he removed his hat, his dress, and his gloves in front of the mirror. The curse began its cycle again, Santa would be forgotten again, and his joy, his merry, his love that he spreads will soon be a memory among the people, for he is only remembered as a joy for one day each year. The joy that brings on the eve of Christmas and the pain it brings to him when the day ends. Santa with weary eyes looked at himself, a tired fool only loved once a year.
A mist spread like a fog on the mirror as he turned around, it turned to frost-like ice on the river. Santa went to his bed, bidding goodbye to a world that would not miss him. The frost began to spread and took the shape of horns, barred teeth, and long claws. The land behind turned to ashes and snowflakes. The curse again began its cycle so Krampus would remember what happened and each year waits for his Bunny to be loved and forgotten again. A curse that brings him misery each day and joy on the day of Christmas.
Words traced on the icy pricked mirror
'Until next year Bunny'
And it crashed into a million pieces sending golden sparks in the sky.
The end.
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