Meet Nick

"Dash, please scoot over just a little," Nick grunted, pushing the reindeer an inch over. I'm you know, just trying not to fall to my death, while doing my job here. He thinks looking down at the perfect layer on the ground, just asking for him to slip and land into. Nick let's out an uneasy breath as he maneuvers past Comet, sighing in relief has he finally arrives at the chimney. "Oh, Sweet Sugar Cookies, I made it." Hitching his bright red bag closer to his back, he begins the careful climb down. Luckily it's a relatively large chimney. Not that he's big around the stomach, like his father, but he prefers not to have to use magic at every stop to shimmy comfortably down the shoot. He lands on his feet, as he has house after house, country after country.

Nick goes to the tree to begin placing the perfectly wrapped gifts under the tree. In his head he recites: Disney Animator Doll for Darcy, Skateboard for Dustin--, but suddenly Nick hears something. "Hello?" Someone asks into the dark. The voice sounds awful lot like a girl, but no one can truly be certain. Should I answer? No, definitely not. Nick decides dropping to the ground, and slowly creeping behind the tree to hide from the person approaching. "Is someone there?" The person asks again, and Nick can make out the shadow of a gun. Holly Jolly it's got a gun! I'm going to die, and not from falling off a roof like I thought. He hears a soft click, and the three small lamps flicker to life. Nick no longer heard the pitter patter of footsteps, and was contemplating making a run for it, but just then the voice came back. "I k-know you're behind there. J-just come out with your hands on your head, and I promise not to shoot," the voice stuttered, but it was strong with authority.