The End of Santa?
Written by: LLGibson
The crashing of the waves on the rocky shore sounded like thunder. It was early morning and the gray mist was losing to the rising sun as the distant sky became tinged with pinks and purples. As each wave rose to its peak the white maelstrom of the raging sea spoke of the power of the hidden depths. The icy cold water enveloped each of them as they struggled to shore. Many had been lost in the crash. The few that remained knew their quest was over. It had been a noble quest of course, but now it was only survival that mattered. Santa was dead. After hundreds of years he was dead. Murdered by the enemy. Christmas was at risk. Millions of children’s lives would be changed forever. Even for adults life would never be the same, for without Christmas, society would spiral even more out of control.
Lawrence knew this. That is why he applied for the job. He would he be the new, magical Santa, if the enemy didn’t find him of course, and it already looked liked the enemy wasn’t going to let that happen. Now, he struggled to shore, icy sea water stinging his feet in his boots. He was freezing, soaked from head to toe. He felt like a walrus, his Santa suit absorbing each molecule of water of the ocean, weighing him down as he trudged through the breaking waves to shore.
What now? Looking around he saw that four of the Santa’s had survived this vicious attack. Two of them ripped off their red coats and ran up the beach. They wanted no more. Just moments ago 15 of them had been on a private jet taking off from LAX on the way to the North Pole for the final interviews. The explosion and fire had come without warning from the back of the plane. Dense smoke, yelling, panic and then the plane had hit the water. Lawrence didn’t know how those pilots had brought the plane down belly first, but they did, and he was alive because of them.
He looked over at the last Santa who shook his head and slowly took off his red coat and hat. I’m the only once left. It’s up to me. Lawrence thought. I will be Santa. I will fight the enemy. I will win. Santa will live. Christmas will be saved.