Kidnapped on Christmas

Chapter 8

We landed on a patch of ice in the middle of nowhere. I looked around to see a red and white stripped pole.

"Is this the north pole?" I asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yes." Steve looked back at me with a smirk. The sleigh started sinking deeper into the snow. I grabbed onto the sides and screamed.

"Calm down. It's perfectly safe." Ming Ming waved his hand like what was happening was no big deal.

"This is insane? This can't be the north pole. That's impossible." I rambled.

"Well you better believe it." Steve leaned back and put his feet on the front of the sleigh.

"They're here!" A bunch of "elves" cried and pointed up to us. Steve smiled and waved like he could be a celebrity.

"You guys know not to tell Santa right?" He stood up and gave them a hard look.

"Yeah. We know." They all called back.

"What the hell?" I asked.

"Welcome to the north pole." Steven stretched out his hands to each side. "Come on!" He helped me out of the sleigh excitedly. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a new area.

"These are the official stables where Santa's reindeer stay." He motioned to all the stalls with the names of all the reindeer from the stories. He crossed his arms and shrugged with a big smile on his face as he looked at everything.

"You have got to be kidding me." I sighed.

"I'm not. Why don't you believe me?" He sighed and placed his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to look into his blue eyes. I realized for the first time that his hair wasn't blond, but white.

"It it is impossible, Santa was just a made up 'God' by by pagans." I stammered.

"Santa's real. I'll prove it to you." He smiled and took my hand again. I was dragged out of the stable doors and into the snow.

"This is Santa's village." He said proudly. He looked at me with a smile. "Here take my jacket." He took off the red and green jacket and slung it over my shoulders.

"Thanks, but it still doesn't prove anything." I stated.

"Fine." He smirked and dragged me into a large building. "Here is the work shop." He declared.

It was a gigantic room filled with tools, conveyor belts and toys. I looked around in awe. There was so much to take in and all at once we were headed up a flight of stairs.

"This is the list." Steven handed me a book.

"What list?" I asked.

"You know... He's making a list, checking it twice." He started to sing awkwardly.

"Oh, okay." I scoffed.

"Open it." He pushed. I opened it to see blank pages. "Say a name."

"Okay. Kat Sanders." I shrugged at him as I said my name. An image of me appeared on the pages, an image of this exact moment. I flipped the pages, they all showed me at some point in the past.

"You believe again." He stated.

"No. I don't." I stated back.

"You do." He smiled.

"And how do you know?" I asked.

"The same way I know that you wanted a rocking horse the year your brother Arthur was born, but never got it. The moment you stopped believing." He spoke with a smart ass tone.

"And how is that?" I crossed my arms.

"I'm Santa's son." He blurted with an expression of regret afterwards.

"You're what?" I asked loudly. He smirked sheepishly and handed me the letter I sent a few days ago. As it touched my hand I passed out.