The White Walkers stood surrounding the walls of Winterfell, hordes of wights smashing against the cold stone and piling atop each other like ants to their quarry. The Night's King gazed upon the sight with cold eyes, grim satisfaction seeping from his otherwise stoic face. Before long, the living would live no more, and the world would remain forever blanketed in the icy embrace of the Long Night. After a hundred lifetimes of planning, doom had come to the men of Westeros.
But then, something caught his ear. A slight ringing in the wind, barely audible against the clash and clamor of battle, but growing stronger with every second, until finally it seemed so loud it thundered the very air around his breathless face. For the first time since the beginning of his undeath, he felt the stilling grip of dread wrap around his motionless heart. Then he saw it.
A chariot piercing through the clouds, gilded with gold and pulled by stags who tore across the sky with neither wing nor upward wind to keep them aloft, and at their head, a terrible red light which burned his eyes to even glance upon. Yet gazed he did, for through the pain his eyes pierced through the light and the steed which torched it, and fixed at last upon the rider. He nearly wished he hadn't.
Tall, white-haired, and ruddy-faced, broad of shoulder and belly, with a great red cloak billowing behind him, clutching his sleigh's reins in one hand, and a gleaming, rune-marked spear of bronze in the other, with blazing blue eyes that stared directly back into his, kindled with light, life, hope...and rage. He wheeled his dead drake to face this threat, but in the depths of his lifeless soul, he felt his defeat come nigh with the approach of this stranger. For it was not man's doom that had come to Westeros, but his.
He drew his blade, the Eve of Light, and stood above the fallen White Walker king. He plunged the blade into the icy monster and lifted the corpse. The blade flickered aflame, and Santa whispered "Ho. Ho. Ho" as he methodically and with no small sign of grim satisfaction watched the corpse melt and shatter into a million frozen shards.
Merry Christmas to you all. This was just a fun little post for the holidays, which I hope you all are enjoying.