Merry Christmas to one and all! We're going to keep it straightforward today - your prompt is simply: Christmas.
I hope Santa is kind to all of you. I'm writing this on Saturday afternoon so that I don't have to worry about finding time to do it on the big day. I'm hoping to bring my Christmas week story to a satisfying conclusion today, but I might extend it for one more day if it starts looking a little long.
"What in the world is going on, Santa?" Miguel asked as his boss crawled out of the bushes rubbing the side of his head.
"You just hit me in the head with a snowball, from like ten yards away!" Santa replied, clearly unimpressed.
"But what were you doing hiding in there in the first place?" Rosa asked before Miguel could get himself in even more trouble.
"I'm teaching those bloody reindeer a lesson!" Seeing the elves exchange confused glances, he huffed mightily before carrying on. "I was explaining to them last week that it was high time I started training their replacements, what with them getting on in years. Well, they did not like that one bit, no siree!"
"You can hardly blame... er, so what did they do?" Miguel asked, changing tact when he saw Santa's expression darken.
"They disassembled the Sleigh!" Santa shouted, then looked around nervously to see if anyone else had heard. Spotting nobody, he carried on in a whisper, "They're trying to hold Christmas hostage! Well, I'm here to show them that two can play that game!"
"Tough to have the Big Day without Big Red," Rosa said with a nod. Miguel elbowed her in the ribs for sucking up.
"Exactly!" Santa said with a satisfied smile. "So, is everyone in a big panic about me going missing?"
"Er, not exactly." Rosa looked to Miguel for support but he just crossed his arms and looked back expectantly. "You see... um..."
"What is it?" Santa's smile was fading quickly.
"We're kinda the only ones that know you haven't been around."