"Well," he said, as the music swelled, and he threw open his arms and burst into song.
"He's as tall as a Christmas tree, and pale as the moon,
It's enough to make any boy or girl swoon!"
"Oh Harry you tease, you must tell us more!" the chorus of elves and animals chimed in.
"Of course," Harry assured them. "Isn't that what friends are for?
"His eyes are as silver as a fresh polished bell,
So bright they'll make the coldest heart swell.
He's clever and crafty and always knows best,
Ask anyone around, he'll pass any test!"
Harry stood and spun in a twirl, a number of red-breasted robins flying down to circle around him. Joe and Bobby leapt up as well, linking arms and dancing a jig.
"Oh can't you see, oh can't you see?
He and I were just made to be!
Oh can't you see, oh can't you see?
He and I were just made to be!"
The chorus came back in, lifting Harry off his feet and dancing the party along the road and into town.
"But where is he now, where has he gone?
We're hoping for you that he won't take too long.
Is he at home, perhaps still in bed?
Tell us and we can wake that sleepy head!"
"I don't know where he's gone," Harry sang, his voice growing sombre. "Or where he could be.
I just know that I miss him most terribly.
I miss his smile, so crooked and sad,
I miss the way he always tries to be bad.
"Oh can't you see, oh can't you see?
He and I were just made to be.
Oh can't you see, oh can't you see?
He and I were just made to be."
As they entered the main street, people came out from their cottages; elves and reindeer and gingerbread families, all dancing in the morning sunshine as Harry was lifted above their heads, held safely by dozens of hands as they made their way towards the factory workshop.
"Is he here in Christmas land, the home of St Nick?
Will calling his name aloud perhaps do the trick?
Or maybe Cupid's domain is where he resides,
The land of the lovers, where no distance divides!
A dark skinned boy and his snowman friend bounded forward, and the boy threw a fiddle onto his shoulder.
"I think it's a dragon he's gone to befriend,
We should question St George unto that end."
The snowman though shook his head.
"I think he's hiding in the land of light,
Where eight candles are waiting, one for each night."
The rest of town joined in once more.
"Oh can't he see, oh can't he see?
He and Harry were just made to be!
Oh can't he see, oh can't he see?
He and Harry were just made to be!"
The music quieted and slowed, and Harry let himself be placed back on the snowy ground. He looked up at the grand entrance to the workshop, a sight that usually gave him hope, but now all he felt was emptiness.
"If he's vanished for good, in a land far away,
What else is there really left here to say?
On an Easter egg hunt, or with fireworks set,
Or in the land of the poppies, where they never forget.
"He's not here now, that much I know,
He's lost in the dark, doesn't know where to go.
My beautiful love, come back to my heart,
And I swear on Kris Kringle we never shall part.
"Oh can't you see, oh can't you see?
You and I were just made to be.
Oh can't you see, oh can't you see?
You and I were just made to be."
The music paused into silence, then roused suddenly, making Harry's heart jolt in his chest. The townsfolk picked him up again, and bounced him on their shoulders.
"Now don't talk like that, we won't just give in!
It's the start of the story, a chance to begin!"
Joe and Bobby came to the front of the crowd, still arm in arm.
"If he is this special (and he is, we can tell)
There's no land we won't try, no charm we won't spell!"
The whole town joined in once more, and Harry laughed despite his tears as he was carried over their heads.
"Come on everybody, get your thinking caps on!
It couldn't be far, the land he has gone.
We'll turn every shamrock, ask every ghost,
And soon we'll find the boy that Harry loves most!
As he has to see, he HAS to see,
That he and Harry are just made to be!"
There was quiet for a moment, and then the whole town burst into cheering and clapping. Harry couldn't help but feel a little better as he slipped once more to the snow covered ground, and turned to hug several of his friends and fellow townsfolk.
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