Amidst strewn colored lights, reefs, and a tree also adorned with lights the office buzzed with activity. Many of the workers in this office filed haphazardly into a conference room. The ten or so smartly dressed people quickly found their seats at a large square table with some them playing with their hand held devices while waiting.
The familiar banter was gone because this was more than just a routine meeting before leaving to be families on Christmas Eve. An air of nervousness clouded the room as they waited on the person that called the meeting.
Outside snow adorned the ground under the night sky lit up by more Christmas lights. It seemed like a perfectly normal Christmas Eve night, but the march-in by a fair haired man carrying a few manila folders was anything but. Silence enveloped the room upon his presence as they waited to hear what the man had to say. He shuffled a folder saying 'Project Manning' behind one saying 'Homeless Initiative C" and opened the blank one to reveal a newly printed paper.
The man was all business. "Merry Christmas Eve to all of you. I've called you all in to address some perplexing business just handed to me by the highest authority of the British Intelligence Committee."
One of men sighed with a hint of distaste. "Course something's wrong. Seems we can't have a Christmas without something strange or abnormal happening."
"Chancellor Stephens. Please keep your sarcasm to yourself. This is of the upmost important."
"My apologies, Prime Minister. Carry on."
The Prime Minister paused for a second deciding what were the words he needed to speak. It seemed that he himself was not believing what he was about to report. "Right. Ladies and gentlemen of the Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland I do digress, but we've discovered Santa Clause."
A women remarked, "But that's completely ludicrous! There's no Santa!"
The rest of the cabinet decided to also express their confusion and disbelief raising the noise level of the room to deafening level as the Prime Minister said, "Calm down. Calm down." When it didn't work he yelled, "I will have order!"
The room quieted down as all eyes and attention were back on him. "Yes, I agree this sounds completely fabricated and false, but let me show you something that will blow your minds completely."
The Prime Minister set the folder on the table and opened it revealing a pile of satellite images of the Earth, most notably the North Pole. "Pass these around and take a look at them yourself. This is no prank because I tell you these images have been passed through intense scrutiny and studied for manipulation since I received them only a few hours ago from Intelligence."
The group of people passed around the images staring completely dumbfounded at the verified satellite images each remarking their disbelief.
What they all expected to see was a pole revealing an almost frozen sea and nothing more. It was, after all, all they had ever known since being told that Santa Clause was only a myth. What greeted them was not only a large island centered on the North Pole the size of the Netherlands, but an outline of great lights seen from space at said spot. It was impossible, yet they all gazed upon the images convincing themselves that the new evidence was now challenging their long-held beliefs.
One of the men remarked. "All these years and there he was."
A women questioned, "But why now? Why, after centuries and centuries of carrying on a myth of existence does this man suddenly appear out of nowhere?"
Another man added, "What will we do with this. The public. Should we tell them?"
The Prime Minister grinned suddenly if not suspiciously. "We do nothing."
One of the women retorted. "We do nothing? Why, Prime Minister, you cannot be serious!"
"But I am Lady Nelling. The whole world is discovering this at the same time you see and pretty much every country is holding some type of cabinet or board meeting of its political elite. The public will find out, that I have no doubt, so we just let it happen."
Several of the board members responded in agreement while Lady Nelling retorted. "Do we know that this is not a threat?"
One of men remarked. "Lady Nelling. Listen to yourself!"
Nelling replied, "But I…" She then stopped suddenly catching her breathe before a joy seemed to permeate her features. "How completely wrong of me. Santa Clause is coming to town!"
The Prime Minister grinned. "This has to be the greatest day the Earth has ever seen. The most brilliant occurrence!" All skepticism and suspicion had completely left the room as all its patrons were filled with what could be described as Christmas cheer.
That night the snow began to fall on the first Christmas Eve that the Earth had ever seen where every living soul rejoiced in the knowledge of not just believing in Santa Clause, but knowing it as a fact. At that very moment a blue police public call box from the 1950's materialized on the seemingly impossible, but physically present, North Pole landmass…