A Story for Christmas by Ceejay Writer
Illustrated by Winona Wiefel
Story So Far:
Despite the warnings of his reindeer, Santa has decided to deliver his presents across the grid the traditional way. Until, that is, they hit the first sim crossing …
Now read on:
Dasher completely lost his footing and went careening off to the west. Cupid became tangled in invisible rubberbands and boinged every which way. Dancer’s elegant antlers appeared to detach and drift off towards the horizon. Santa’s eyes went wide as the sleigh plowed down to street level and then some, determined to enter the magical realm of Lost Stuff, which everyone knows is at coordinates 0,0,0.
Santa landed on his ample behind in a snowdrift. “Ho Ho Oh No. I seem to remember this now.”
Dasher reappeared abruptly, upside down next to the spilled sleigh. Presents were strewn everywhere. “So, about that teleport…”
Santa drummed his fingers on his knee and thought. “I can’t ruin the memories of this Christmas for all the good boys and girls. I need to make my voyage! It’s… TRADITION!”
The reindeer wandered about, gingerly prodding the sim crossing with their hooves, shuddering as the dark magic that bound the sims together crackled and hissed. Blitzen, the most cowardly of the lot, pleaded with the jolly old elf. “We can’t keep struggling like this year after year! Santa, we’re not young bucks anymore, it’s just too much!”
But Santa only half-heard the plea. You see, he had an idea. If the sim-bindings were dark magic, maybe they could be neutralized with light magic. And light magic was in abundance during the holiday season! In fact, he had a little with him—if it were enough to get across the North Pole sim crossing, he could re-stock his supply in each sim. They’d work their way around the grid, by jove, and it would be the best miracle of them all.
He pushed his gloved hand deep into his furred cloak pocket and, in triumph, withdrew a handful of cookies, holding them up for all to see. “Mrs. Claus baked these for me. They’re filled with sugar, flour, and love. It’s good magic!”
Lumbering to his feet, Santa approached the sim crossing and carefully laid a cookie across the border. A slight rumbling was heard, but the cookie stayed in place. A second cookie was laid on the border further down. The span between cookies was the exact distance between the shiny metal runners of the sleigh. He ran back and hopped in. “Come on, reindeer, back in line! I have a cunning plan!”
The six reindeer looked at each other and sighed. Vixen grumbled something about being only three years away from retirement. But they knew Santa was both stubborn and determined, so it was best to simply get this over with. They slipped with practiced ease back into their harnesses and jockeyed into formation.
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!”
The sleigh eased forward. The reindeer picked up speed, and soon they were thundering directly towards the sim crossing. Dasher crossed over first, and to his amazement, he held true to the path! In the twinkling of an eye, the entire team and its precious cargo rushed rather gracefully into the neighbouring sim.
Santa laughed, with great relief. “I knew it would work! Every Christmas cookie is baked with love and given with generosity. That’s the best magic of all. All we need to do is keep collecting more cookies as we travel to help pave our way. Luckily, the good boys and girls of the grid always make sure I have plenty!”
And this, dear reader, is why you should always, always, always leave a plate of cookies out for Santa. And a glass of milk, of course. Performing miracles is thirsty work!
You can read the full story – and a lot more – in the Christmas issue of Prim Perfect!