Sadly no woman has wished to be his wife since his last had shed her mortal coil. For Christmas Eve was the one night out of the whole year his magic, empowered by the belief of countless citizens of Earth, was strong enough to bridge the gap between worlds. A woman had to ask him by essentially making it her Christmas wish. As he did not abide in the same world as mortals, his being somewhat parallel and askew in time with ours, Santa Claus could not court and ask for a woman's hand in marriage. Santa Claus needed someone to share the joys and sorrows of life and-because he is basically a hedonist at heart-the pleasures of the flesh. The elves and reindeer were dear companions to him, but they could not be more than companions. He had been without a wife for over two centuries now. Though his magic had given his wives unusually long lives, they were still mortal in the end. Each time, the receiver had been a woman, and the woman had then become his wife. Every now and then, he would grant one of these requests. The request itself wasn't odd for Santa Claus had received quite a few such requests over the centuries. And what a good boy he had been, never complaining and always putting the needs of others before his own. Santa Claus had felt behooved to decline the request in previous years, but the boy was of age now.
For the past five years Timothy had requested the same thing. Young Timothy had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday only a couple of months prior. And each snack that had been set out for him, he ate with relish and gratitude. With each gift he laid under a Christmas tree or stuffed into a stocking hung on a mantel, his laughter grew louder and deeper. Popping in and out of each home, Santa Claus generously gave gifts according to the requests he had received throughout the year. Then he hoisted an enormous bag of gifts over his shoulder, laughed out loud "Ho! Ho! Ho!" and vanished. He patted each reindeer fondly, complimenting each on a job well done.
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He patted his round belly with his beefy fingers, chuckling with his lips stretched in a wide smile, his white-bearded cheeks full and rosy. With a happy sigh he disembarked, his tall but rotund body covered in his traditional red-white fluffiness. He landed his sleigh pulled by a team of reindeer on a flat roof. There was greater magic to be wrought on the Eve of Christmas, and Santa Claus could not work such magic observed by curious eyes.Īs the clock in the church steeple struck midnight, Santa Claus winked his twinkling right eye. They knew, of course, that a gentle magic was coaxing them to sleep, and they gladly yielded to the magic for they knew Santa Claus was coming. None of the town's denizens heard the chuckle for they were lulled to sleep by the lullaby of the wind's sighs and the white snow that reminded them of their soft downy pillows. A full-bellied chuckle resounded high up in the air, from which vantage point the town seemed made out of gingerbread coated with confectioners' sugar. Just enough snow settled to dust the festively decorated town in pristine white, and no more. Snowflakes swirled and fluttered playfully in the breezy evening air, settling down to rest on paths, streets, lawns, and rooftops.