Tooter gingerly pulled a short toboggan through the snow-covered woods. He was bundled up tightly in an attempt to retain any sort of warmth in the bitter cold. The sled held several small-to-medium sized boxes, all wrapped in bright red and greens. Eventually, the turtle boy had found his way to Mr. Wizard the lizard's boxy little cottage home.
Tooter knocked on the door. Mr. Wizard swiftly answered it.
"My, my," mused Mr. Wizard, his eyes flickering over the sled Tooter dragged inside his home. "What do you wish to be today, my boy? Santa Claus? The mailboy?"
Tooter chuckled. "No, Mr. Wizard! I'm just here for a visit."
Mr. Wizard flushed, stepping around the sled to close his door. "Wunderbar, Tooter. Thank you."
"And that's not all, Mr. Wizard!" Tooter went on. He stepped to the side of his sled and sat on the ground. Mr. Wizard soon joined him. Tooter slid one thin box into his legs, fluffed up the bow, then handed it to Mr. Wizard. "These are for you."
Mr. Wizard cringed back a small bit. "Oh, Tooter," the lizard chuckled, "I don't celebrate Christmas."
"Oh, no, no, no!" Tooter replied, "They're not Christmas presents, they're, uh, Yule presents!"
Mr. Wizard blushed a deeper shade. He laughed a bit and smiled, graciously grabbing the gift from Tooter. "My boy, my boy… thank you."
The lizard delicately pulled off the bow atop the green gift. Flipping it over to find the wrapper's seam, he proceeded to tear the paper off as gently as he could. Inside the metallic paper was a white box.
Mr. Wizard wedged his fingers into the sides and pulled up the smaller box. Inside was a black circle.
"Flip it over," Tooter instructed, beaming.
Mr. Wizard did. On the other side was a photoesque crescent moon.
"Oh, Tooter!" the lizard cooed. "It's great."
"That's not all, Mr. Wizard!" Tooter said. He leaned forward and, with a small click, the crescent lit up in Christmas White. Mr. Wizard squinted against the light, though soon he adjusted and truly admired the gift.
"It's wonderful, Tooter," he stated, flipping it over and shutting it off. "I love it."
The process continued. Tooter passed a gift to Mr. Wizard, who gently opened the parcel.
"Tea!" Mr. Wizard chirped excitedly.
"Yeah!" Tooter agreed.
Mr. Wizard looked over the packaging. It was three long boxes, decorated in blue and orange; blue and green; and blue and dark pink respectively. One read Ginger; another read Sage; and the third read Raspberry.
Tooter clearly realized that Mr. Wizard had read the flavors. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and said, "I tried to find, uh, rose tea because that's your favorite, but I, uh, couldn't."
"That's alright, my boy," Mr. Wizard consoled. He placed the boxes atop the moon light. "I like all teas."
Tooter nodded, now unbothered, and the cycle continued. He grabbed the thinnest, softest parcel on the sled. Mr. Wizard opened it and found something nearly the same color as his scales. It was a bit greener and darker, though, and a few light-colored, sharp-edged leaves were printed on golden stems.
Tooter reached forward and grabbed two ends. He gave it a hard shake. The soft square unfurled into a big, reusable bag. Mr. Wizard smiled and nodded. He grabbed the bag from Tooter and put that on the pile as well.
Tooter handed Mr. Wizard two small gifts next. Inside one was a rosy pink crystal, and the other was a yellow-and-white stone.
"Crystals," Mr. Wizard noted, turning them various ways and looked them over.
"Yeah," Tooter agreed, "And I, uh, looked up their facts too!"
Mr. Wizard nodded and hummed for him to continue. Tooter shifted to sit on his feet. He pointed at the pink crystal.
"That's a, uh, rose quartz," he explained, "And it means, um, love and friendship stuff."
"That's right," Mr. Wizard chuckled. He set the rose quartz atop the bag, and held the yellow stone between his hands. "And this is?"
"That's a citrine!" Tooter exclaimed, "They, uh, they help with concentration and memory."
"Perfect, my boy!" Mr. Wizard laughed excitedly. He beamed, and Tooter smiled back.
Mr. Wizard wiped his eye and calmed down as Tooter gave him his last gift.
Inside was a stack of three small, one-wicked candles: lemongrass, lavender and orange blossom.
"Oh," Mr. Wizard smiled. "I love these."
"I found out about these ones, too." Tooter stated. "Um, orange blossom helps with happiness, and, uh, lavender is calming. Lemongrass is, um, it's an anxiety helper. I think…"
Mr. Wizard smiled proudly. "Yes, my boy, that's right."
He quietly set the candles down in his pile. The lizard gazed at the gifts and the paper a long while. Eventually he slapped his legs and faced Tooter once more.
"Now tell me, my boy," he started, "What made you want to buy gifts for me, hmm?"
Tooter chuckled, cleared his throat, and rubbed his neck again. "Well, uh, y'know. I just, um, feel like I use you a lot, and, um, I just, uh, wanted you to know that I, uh, care for you. Alot. And that I, um, love you."
Mr. Wizard flushed, giggled and smiled. He extended his arms wide. Tooter crashed into them, wrapping his own arms around the lizard. Mr. Wizard laughed and hummed a bit.
"You're so kind, Tooter. I love you too, my boy."
