Gods of the Gods (deities_mod) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-12-20 00:01:00 |
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SECRET SANTA! (tag: EVERYBODY!)
It was rare this time of year that he was able to sit down and put his feet up on the tasseled hassock in his study. Which was why, as he settled into the cushy plumpness of his red velvet chair, Santa began mentally reviewing his to-do list for today. Did he really have time to enjoy his peppermint hot cocoa, or had he forgotten something that would require his attention?
Well, there were the reindeer, but the elves handled their care and feeding as they drew closer to the holiday. And he'd already called the vet about Dasher's swollen hoof. That was a bit worrisome, but he had little doubt one of his favorites would pull through in time. Though if it proved necessary, Dasher's understudy would be happy to give it a go.
A dispatch of kitchen-inclined elves had also been sent to retrieve the extra butter Mrs. Claus was demanding for her cookie making mission. She knew, of course, that the children would be leaving him such treats soon, but she always went overboard every year just to prove that her cookies were the best. As if anybody could compare to his wife in the baking department. Or anywhere else for that matter.
Toy production and acquisition was barreling along at top speed, as it did every year. The latest check of the numbers showed that they were even a bit ahead of schedule. Given how close they were to the Big Day, that was very welcome news indeed.
So the reindeer, his wife, and the toys were all fine. Why, then, did he feel as though he was forgetting something? Was it the elves? There was a party scheduled for Tifill's anniversary tonight, but Santa knew those plans were well in hand and her certainly hadn't forgotten the two hundred years of loyal service they were going to celebrate. Was it perhaps a union meeting? No, and Santa was thankful for that. He wasn't up for another round of eggnog shots so soon after the last union meeting. He was quite happy he'd made Brimley erase those pictures from his smartphone as well.
What then? Sleigh maintenance? Tree inspection? Ornament counting? Tinsel shining? Fruitcake toss with the elves? Carrot bobbing with the reindeer? Sugarplum dances with Mrs. Claus? Pipe smoking contest with the snowmen? Snowball fight--
No! Not snow! Presents! Now he remembered the task he'd sent out to the powerful beings that had so much to give. With their added Christmas spirit this could be a holiday season for the ages! And tonight was the deadline he'd given them.
Santa got up from his comfy chair, crossed to the frost-etched window, opened it and stretched out his hand, palm up. A few dancing flakes paused there, just long enough for him to tell the the message, and then they swirled up and out of his hand, off to twirl with the wind once more. They would share the message with the other snowflakes, it would whisper in the breeze and sing through the clouds until it reached the far corners of the earth to be heard by divine ears that were better attuned to such things that mortal ones. Then they would all hear: It is time!
Santa eased back into the plush chair and picked up the cocoa mug, pleased to have solved the mystery and happy he still had a small, rare bit of free time. He hoped they began the gift giving soon, while he had the moments to indulge in watching. He couldn't wait to see what they'd come up with!