This Christmas (The Conclusion)

After twenty-five hours of running, my stamina had finally run out! Wish there were a few more minutes of distance between us, but time had run out. The elves caught up to me, and their menacing stares told me it was my blood they wanted to let out!

Though cornered in all directions, I made a promise to myself that not easily would I fall. Was caught in a cliché since my back was up against a giant snow wall. The tallest elf spoke with a helium toned voice saying, “You realize the thing you have done!” He then pointed to the thousand, actual thousand, elves that surrounded me telling me that there really was nowhere for me to run!

I sighed and surprisingly, he did the same. A revelation from his mouth was the next thing that came. He said, “Santa wasn’t really Santa or Nick, but the Fallen Angel was his name!” My shock was palpable when the giant elf made this unholy claim.

On behalf of all the elves, he thanked me vigorously, and each of the thousand elves told me that you would never know what you gave us. Before they departed leaving me with my life, the tallest elf told me that they had sold their souls to the devil to be taller, and you saved us!

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive