Chapter 9: Christmas:
Jolnir's POV:
I don't know what I'm going to do. I need some way to travel the realms in my old age.
Mogorb's POV:
No reindeer, no toys. So sorry for you, Santa Claus!
Santa's POV:
"I think I might have an idea," says the Winter Warlock.
. . .
We then spoke with Beaivi. "I told you, only one night," says Beaivi.
"Here's my offer," says the Winter Warlock, "what if Santa only delivered gifts one night a year."
Beaivi thought about it. "Alright, but what night shall it be?"
The Winter Warlock then thinks about it.
"I have an idea," says Carol, "what about the night before the son of God was born?"
"Ooh, good idea, Carol," says the Winter Warlock.
"Thank you, Mr. Warlock," says Carol.
"Winter, please. What say you, Beaivi?"
Beaivi then thinks about it. "Very well. Anything else?"
"Perhaps you can give him eight reindeer," the Winter Warlock requests.
"Eight?"
Mogorb's POV:
I then slammed my fists. Then I realized the real problem. I'm too lazy! I keep waiting for something to interfere! It's time I take matters into my own rocky hands!
Santa's POV:
I looked at the list of reindeer I will be expecting for next year. Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen. Nice names.
To Be Continued
In the next chapter, Mogorb steals the toys.