"Well let me begin by introducing my self. I have many names, many call me Santa Claus but my friends call me Nick. I hope that we will become friends. This is my wife, Mrs. Claus," he said with a little flourish and she gave a youthful courtesy.
"Now where to begin? Well perhaps you would like to know how I know about you?" He said with a chuckle that filled the whole room, "I can see every person on this earth at all times. I try to scan over everyone every once in a while, but when people take actions that are either immensely good or actions that are unkind or hurt others I am immediately drawn to them. A few years ago as I was out in my work shop I felt something terrible was happening. I shut my eyes and focused. I could see into an old grave yard where your creator, the young Mr. Frankenstein was digging up a freshly buried corps. It was a gruesome mess and I was appalled. What struck me as odd is that he did take the jewelry off the body like a normal grave robber. Instead he took the body. From this point my interest was drawn and I watched him very often. I saw terrible things. But in the end he created life—you."
"I watched as you became aware of the world and the horrible cowardice of the man who should have loved you as a son. My heart broke as he abandoned you with no knowledge of the world."
"I saw that you had a good heart. You loved the family that you learned to speak from. Everyday you knowledge grew and so did your desire to do good, but your looks prevented others from seeing you."
"I watched as you abandoned your desire for good. You turned down the wrong path, did terrible things. But how could you do differently? You had no friends, no one to teach you good. But that is behind you. We will speak of it no more."
"I have seen you the past few months. You left the side of your creator broken. You had given up on life. Yet you were led to me. You are here to turn around and begin on the path of good. On your journey north you had seen the error of your ways. Let go of the guilt and anger and live again," Nick ended passionately.
The monster was speechless. All the time he had wished for someone to understand him. Someone to see past his features into his soul. It appeared the whole time someone had. Someone understood him. And that someone wasn't repulsed in fear. Hope sprung up within him. He had a friend.
The monster and Nick spoke for the next few hours by the fire place. By the end the creature understood what Nick did at the North Pole. He was able to let go of the past and move forward.
"I don't think that normal humans will ever accept you. They are far too petty and judgmental. Life in society will always be painful, however, there is an extra room upstairs and I could use help. I have quite a large job to do and it becomes more difficult every year. Would you like to stay here with us?" Nick looked hopefully to the creature.
A huge smile broke across his face. He would love to stay with his new friends. "Of course! I would love to," he replied.
"Well since you are beginning a new life here I believe you need something that was never given to you."
"What could that be?" wondered the monster.
"You need a name. Now I have thought long and hard about this. From this day forth you shall be know as George," declared Nick.
"George, I like that," George smiled.