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Yes, I can use a movie still without
copyright notice. This is from "Bad Santa." |
I know, I know. Yule (you'll--get it?) have dozens of posts related to the inception of Santa Claus, Kris Kringle, Father Christmas, Pere Noel, Joulupukki (yes it is, look it up), Ded Moroz, Sinterklaas, Julenissen, and even Odin, etc. Many cite Saint Nicholas, the Greek Bishop who supposedly gave gifts to the poor. All this is set around the time of the winter solstice (also called Christmas, Solstice, Midwinter, Saturnalia, Letha, etc.).
It really doesn't make any difference since, of course, Santa is a delightful fiction for children to believe until their six or seven (some are duped for longer periods, some less).
When writing my Witches of Galdorheim series, I envisioned Santa as "that fat elf at the North Pole." the witches' complaint being that the dive bombing sleigh left reindeer manure all over their houses on the arctic island the witches made home. The result was a war between the witches and the Fat Elf until a truce was asserted.
Other than the mention of the fat elf, none of this side story made it into the series. Since I believe deeply (as much so as I believe in fairies), I wanted to resurrect this missing piece of the manuscript. It's too late to include in "Bad Spelling," since it's been published umpteen times. Still, I like it and I want to share it with you as a Holiday Gift. My writing unsullied by an editor's hands.
From the original (almost lost) text of "Bad Spelling"
The fat elf living at the North Pole flew his reindeer-driven sleigh over the island once too many times. Aunt Thordis had enough of reindeer manure sprinkling the rooftops. The fertilizer mixed with the grain the reindeer ate sprouted a fine crop of grass on their traditional thatched roofs. It was almost impossible to clean off. Magic could clean up after real reindeer, but the enchanted ones left droppings that the villagers had to remove by hand.
The supposedly jolly elf just sneered at Aunt Thordis when she asked, ever so politely, if he’d take a different route. She returned to Galdorheim swearing revenge. She got it on the next December’s flyover. Blasting the sleigh, the elf, all nine reindeer, and a huge bag of gifts out of the sky gave the witch tremendous satisfaction. She chased the red-suited little twerp all the way back to the North Pole and the coven got a good supply of reindeer meat.
The fat elf retaliated, of course. He’d fly his reindeer sleigh over on the off season and encouraged them to let loose right over the village. The war escalated for several months. Finally, each side sent emissaries to settle for peace. Fatso (who went by a variety of aliases), promised to take a different route and not fly over the island. Aunt Thordis promised she wouldn’t kick his fat butt to the South Pole: an equitable agreement in Thordis’s eyes.
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