If asked, Father Christmas might admit to a special feeling of vindictiveness as his reindeer easily sailed into Narnia, the sleigh humming smoothly along--hard to imagine that only last winter was the first time he'd been able to enter the country in one hundred years. That vengeful harpy of a witch was truly gone and he knew no other nation's people would be half so happy as Narnians to see him this year.
In Narnia, his delivery took much longer than a single night--after all, Narnians were still slowly creeping out of the woodwork, and they always needed a moment to stop weeping from joy when they saw him. It was, after all, a very rough century. He owed it to them, and he did have a solid twelve days to make his rounds. No worry.
The twelfth day, he finally arrived in Cair Paravel. It was tradition to give the royal citadel its presents last, and when his sleigh pulled in, it seemed as though the stone walls were about to fly apart at the seams from the press of human and creatures alike pressing against every window, trying to spot him. He raised a hand in a wave to greet the two kings and two queens and then lifted his sack to the roar of approval of those inside.
The winter had been long and hard for one hundred years, but Christmas was here once more; they would endure yet again, for spring to return, as it would always come again. For now, however, was feasting and presents--he let the monarchs lead him into their home and joined the warmth and merrymaking inside.
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In Narnia, his delivery took much longer than a single night--after all, Narnians were still slowly creeping out of the woodwork, and they always needed a moment to stop weeping from joy when they saw him. It was, after all, a very rough century. He owed it to them, and he did have a solid twelve days to make his rounds. No worry.
The twelfth day, he finally arrived in Cair Paravel. It was tradition to give the royal citadel its presents last, and when his sleigh pulled in, it seemed as though the stone walls were about to fly apart at the seams from the press of human and creatures alike pressing against every window, trying to spot him. He raised a hand in a wave to greet the two kings and two queens and then lifted his sack to the roar of approval of those inside.
The winter had been long and hard for one hundred years, but Christmas was here once more; they would endure yet again, for spring to return, as it would always come again. For now, however, was feasting and presents--he let the monarchs lead him into their home and joined the warmth and merrymaking inside.