RosesShadow
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Ultimate Christmas Story Contest 2012
This was written for The Ultimate Christmas Story Contest by Ananemain in the Apocalypsmas thread. It doesn't really have a title. And it's exactly 500 words : D

It would be nice to explain a bit more of what's going on specifically, but I guess that's just going to be part of the mystery.


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It was a cold winter night, and a subtle, imperceptible silence had fallen over the town. The many parents who were still awake failed to notice it at first, just finishing up on their last minute gift preparations for Christmas Day. It was the only opportune time to do so, as the children anticipating their arrival of gifts from a jolly man in a red suit had kept them up past their bedtimes; and thus, hindering the final preparations of their parents.

When they had finally noticed some strange feeling in the silence, it was already too late for them to form a curious thought of what it could be. They were already yawning, sliding down walls or banisters to lie curled up on the ground fast asleep.

There were a few moments more of complete utter silence. Finally, a lone man standing in an abandoned street and looking up towards the sky breathed out slowly. He was dressed in red suit with a white trim and matching hat, a great big white beard obscuring the lower half of his face. He reached into his pocket and took out a wooden flute, raised it to his lips and blew out a high, sharp note.

It echoed around him for a moment longer. Then, suddenly, coming out from various shadowed areas, be it lamp post or from the belly of automobiles, were thousands of tiny little beings dressed in green. They were light on their feet, their little footsteps the only evidence they were there at all as they all quickly swarmed into as many homes as they could, bypassing the danger of locked doors and alarm systems. Their target was whatever Christmas tree they could find in these homes, placing gifts under the trees with tags proclaiming them to be “from Santa” and addressed to the children found in the specific household. The little beings were quick, in and out of each home they could find to deliver these gifts. At the same time they scooped up as many cookies as they could, secreting them away into special sacks that, appearance wise, failed to bulge on the outside.

When the little beings were finally done, they hid themselves away back into the shadows until it was quiet once more. The man in red in white, at once certain that that the quiet was absolute, blew another shrill note into the air. This time, it caused snow to fall from the skies, blanketing the ground and covering up all the tiny little footsteps until it was like they were not there at all. The man in red in white was gone.

The parents, awoken from their slumber, saw the gifts under the tree and believed that they themselves placed them there. Proud with their work, they glazed their eyes over the empty plate of cookies without noticing anything out of place, finished the glass of milk and went to bed.

The town would awake to a white Christmas the next day.