No More Christmas Everyday!
"And furthermore, under no circumstances is any fairy allowed to grant an i-wish-it-was- Christmas-every-day wish ever again." Wanda read aloud from Da Rules.
"Wow! they added a new rule." Cosmo exclaimed, "You've really got to mess up big time to make that happen."
"We're proud of you, timmy." Wanda said.
"Thanks, guys." Timmy responded.
"Now all we have to do is make amends to Santa for making him work so hard." Wanda explained.
"How do we do that?" Timmy asked.
-One Year Later-
All of the rogues from the other holidays, along with Cosmo and Wanda, were now hitched to the sleigh, with only the Easter Bunny and Timmy being spared of this as they were in charge of delivering the presents. The way they had apparently decided to do this was just throw them out the sleigh.
"How many houses do we have to hit?" The Easter Bunny asked aloud.
"All of them!" Timmy responded. After he finished saying this he fished out a pitcher and two glasses. As the sleigh passed over a tropical island Timmy threw the tray down to the couple that had been lounging on beach chairs. Santa and took a glass each and looked at the passing sleigh before saying
"Merry Christmas, noggy!"
"Merry Christmas to all," Both Wanda and Cosmo started.
"One per year!" Timmy finished.
Going back down to the tropical island the lounging couple were interrupted by another beachgoer approaching them. The man looked like he would have been pale, had it not been for the sun tanning his skin to a near golden. The slow way he walked and the way he carried himself made him look like he was more interested in his surroundings rather than actually going anywhere. Two large umbrellas shot from the ground before a hammock was slung between the two. A small table sat near one of the umbrellas, with its own tray for the user.
As the man sat down the now fit Claus turned from his wife to greet the man.
"How's it feel?" He asked, "Couldn't imagine having to run your route the same way for over fifteen days."
"It really was the repetition that just made me run out of ideas and sanity." Krampus responded, "Couldn't imagine being in your shoes though. I mean they tried to shoot you down."
"Eh it happens here and there, just this time it wasn't an accident."
Krampus sat down onto the hammock, only to overshoot and land on his back.
The couple, who'd been waiting for something to break the business conversation, laughed as the dark Christmas figure shook the sand out of his hair.
"Every. Time." Krampus muttered to himself.
"Relax, you're absolutely free right now so enjoy the little moments." Mrs. Claus said between laughs.
Krampus, making sure that the hammock was now bigger and open, sat down with the small table extending to his view. Of course, while sitting on a hammock horizontally did allow him to face the two, he still had to worry about falling.
Krampus snapped his fingers over the table, making a small puff of smoke appear in the tray that was sitting on top of it. When the smoke dissipated what took its place on the tray was a fillet sized beef wellington and a side of potatoes gratin.
"How'd you do that?" Santa asked, "The fairies have all the holiday magic back and I remember you could only do fears and or punishments."
"I got my own stuff and some guy feared his food would never be good so here's the stuff of his rival, better than his." He'd answered this in between bites
Krampus snapped his fingers again and two other plates and tables appeared by the two.
"Those guys know they've got to cover my route after this, right?"