Santa's Secret
"I can't believe I let myself get talked into this…." The Santa costume is itching, especially the beard. "Don't whine. I look like a complete fool myself." Erik never in his wildest dreams imagined to be an elf one day. "All in a day's work, I guess…" "The fate of godfathers all over the planet, I suppose." "You know, I've got a theory that the original Santa was a mutant," Charles perks up, as always when he gets into Professor mode, "I think he was a teleport, bringing gifts, perhaps as a diplomatic gesture, you know a 'I come in peace-kind of thing.'" Erik stares at him with his mouth open. "You're not serious?" "Of course I am. People then added the reindeers to make the story, hmm, not really more plausible but at least more fairy tale, less alien…." Erik doesn't get how Charles got to have such an imagination; perhaps his lonely childhood? "You're actually serious about this?" "Why not?" Charles stares him down. Erik slowly shakes his head. "You're unbelievable." "I know. Smart as a whip and always able to pull your leg." "I could kill you Santa and then all your theories die with you!" Erik booms at him. "Think of the poor children that would never survive the shock!" "Another day perhaps…" "I'll take a rain check."