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Fri Dec 22, 2006 at 04:52:31 pm EST
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The Twelve Stories of Christmas Part 7, The Son of Santa All new story for your Yule enjoyment!
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The North Pole, within a pocket dimension sharing the same space as the real North Pole;

As the little workers happily finished their last minute preparations for the coming Yuletide, a young man in a red suit with white trim walked from workbench to workbench. He was accompanied by his little female assistant. His helper feverishly wrote notes while the man spoke to the little helpers.
“So Unbulon, you seem to have the doll crisis in order.”
Unbulon, a little male helper replied. “Yes! We had run out of precious rubber bands but Yebulon found some in the back. Dolls are at full completion, Santa.”
The young man in red still hadn’t gotten used to being called that. For centuries his father was called by that title. Now it belonged to him. He nodded to the little helper and continued on.
“As you can see, Santa, everything is in order for tonight’s journey.” His assistant, dressed in green with white cotton trim, remarked.
“I told you, Zeffeloni, you don’t have to call me ‘Santa’. You can just call me Kurtis.” They started to walk up the scaffolding towards the control center.
“Section 25 of the Christmas Bylaws clearly states that once you became the Clause, you took on the official name and title. All assistants, including the chief assistant, that’s me, must call you by your official title.”
Kurtis Kringle, the young man in red, sighed. They had reached the main control center. Various helpers controlled switches and buttons. Various view screens showed many different cities cross the globe. A couple screens show a vast snowy wasteland.
“I’m just not used to hearing that name addressed to me.”
“I understand, sir, but your father Kris has retired and left this plane of existence. You’re the new Clause and so you have to get used to the title.” Zeffeloni smiled sweetly. It frustrated Kurtis when she did that. He thought for a moment about mentioning her estranged boy friend, Zebulon and if she knew when he would be returning to the pole. This thought was pushed out of his head as camera forty-five started to flash.
“What is it?” Kurtis asked over the blaring alarm. Zeffeloni was looking over the elf on duty’s head. His camera showed part of the frozen wasteland outside. Some sort of metal object glinted in the snow.
“Uncertain. I’m dispatching some Elf Troops to check out the situation.”



Uhhaleon had been in the Elf Troops for the last seventy years. He hadn’t seen much action during that time. For an elf, such a strong term of service was quite normal.
As he marched with his fellow guard, he thought about his wife and little elfings. Would they finish preparations for their family to attend the after Christmas party? Would little Uhfii get over her case of the sniffles soon?
His thoughts were shattered as one of his fellow troops shouted out. “By Rudolph’s shiny nose! What is that thing, Captain?”
“I don’t know soldier.” Captain Uhhaleon replied as he looked at the new arrival to the snow banks.
This close to the metallic object, the elves noticed that it was in the shape of a man. He looked rather impressive at nine feet tall. Painted green with leaf pattern designs all down it’s front and back, the metallic man started to emit a strange noise. Its head had a cone shape to it and at the onset of the noise; it turned to face the six Elf Troop soldiers.
The tall almost cylinder metallic man started to speak. His voice was scratchy. “He has sent his underlings I see. Fine. This will prove a wonderful show of my power.”
“FALL BACK! FALL BACK!” Captain Uhhaleon shouted as the metallic man’s feet started to smoke.
“Should we shoot out the Tactile Tinsel, captain?”
“No! Not until we can better understand his abilities.”
VWOOSH!
With a loud roar ten missiles, each two inches long shot out from the metal man’s feet. They exploded around the troops, scattering the elves. “Missiles? He’s got missiles! We’re not prepared for that kind of force!”
The attacker started to march forward, all the while still impossibly firing small missiles at them from his feet. “Of course you’re not! A peaceful happy place like Kringle’s workshop could never expect an attack from one such as I! Go run back to your boss and tell him Missile Toes is coming to shut him down!”
The last of the explosions made contact with the mystical polar shield as the Elf Troops made it safely inside.



“Status report!” Kurtis shouted. The control room was in chaos.
A elf at one of the controls reported, “A few more impacts like that last one and the exterior shields will be busted, Santa!”
“We can’t sit like this. I’m going out there.” Kurtis replied as he started to leave.
Zeffeloni tried to hold him back. “Sir! A few minutes more and the Polar Bear force will be ready! Surly you can wait. If we lose you . . .”
“I understand that, but I can’t let that tin-maniac destroy the pole!” Kurtis stood defiant. She knew he was going to say it so Zeffeloni had no choice but to step back. “It’s time I summon the full power of my calling! Oh Jolly Old St. Nicolas, Lend Your Ear This Way!”
There was a distant jingle of bells. A smell of holly berries and a sparkling of Yuletide magic swirled around the body of Kurtis Kringle. Before any elf could blink, he stood before them transformed.
His red gloves and pants looked darker and slicker. His red boots were replaced with bigger white ones. A cotton trip lined the tops of his boots and gloves. His brown belt looked larger and his shirt looked tighter. It was a lighter red with a green Christmas wreathe in the center. On his head, his Santa hat seemed bigger and thicker. A heavy red wool cape draped over his shoulders and fell to the floor. Finally, he held a long candy cane staff like it held a strange power.
“I won’t let that fiend destroy Christmas! So swears, the Son of Santa!” He flew towards the exit hatch, unlocked it and jumped outside into the snow. He quickly closed it again and charged around to the other side of the Christmas fortress.




KABOOM!
“Come on Santa! It’s time for you to come out and face.. MMUPH!” The dreaded Missile Toes was pushed into the snow. He laid there, struggling to get up as Kurtis held him down with his candy cane staff.
“Give up, Missile Toes! By my father’s rosy red cheeks, you have been vanquished!”
The villain adjusted himself so that he could speak without getting a mouthful of snow. “Son of Santa? How did you sneak up on me so easily?”
“I have all the powers of Christmas at my disposal, villain. I am the original Silent Knight!”
“Fine! Let’s see how silent you can be with my dreaded heat seeking digits blowing up in your face!”
He fired another set of toes down, through and then up and out of the snow. They circled around and then headed straight for Kurtis. The hero lifted his staff and twirled it. Each missile exploded on contact but the staff remained unharmed.
With Kurtis distracted, the villain was able to twist his stiff metal body in the snow so that he could aim his feet for a better shot.
“Oh no-ho-ho you don’t!” Kurtis replied. “You’ve been very naughty this year! You know what bad boys get in their stockings?” Kurtis twirled his staff like a pro and aimed the bottom tip towards the villain. “COAL!”
It fired twelve hard pieces of coal at Missile Toes. Each one impacted on the villain’s metallic head. “OW! STOP THAT! UGH!”
The last one dented the metallic frame and knocked the villain out. Kurtis turned to his Elf Troops whom had just arrived. “Tie him up with some Tactile Tinsel and place him in the Naughty Box.”
“Yes Santa!” Captain Uhhaleon replied.



Elsewhere, a strangely shaped man watched with anger. He slammed down on his control panel with a woolen mitten attached to a wooden tree limb arm. His shout of protest could be heard through out his secret base.
“I’ll get you Son of Santa! You beat my agent but you’ll cower behind the cold fury of Frosty, the Yellow Snowman!”



End, till next Christmas!





Scott
ag aka muse-slave aka Jack_Roberts aka just 'Scott'








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