Merry Christmas!
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eastofthemoonHere's the last drabble. I had a lot of fun writing these. Merry Christmas to everyone!
Title: Here Comes Santa?
Series: Slayers
Characters: Lina, Gourry, Amelia, Zelgadis, Wizer
Amelia rubbed her shoulders as she exited the council room. “Well, I’m glad we got all that settled.”
Wizer rolled up the parchment. “It took a while, but I believe Ruvinagardo will be satisfied with the adjustments we made to the trade agreement.”
“Just as long as it doesn’t involve trying to arrest Lina again,” Zelgadis commented, taking his wife’s arm and leading her down the corridor. “Seyrune couldn’t afford the property damage if you tried that again.”
Wizer laughed. “I can only arrest Lina if she breaks a law in Ruvinagardo, what she does outside of the country is out of my jurisdiction.”
“So you say,” Zelgadis scoffed.
“Are you going to head back to Ruvinagardo now, Mister Wizer?”
Wizer folded his arms. “Actually, the king allowed me to have a few days off so I could experience Seyrune’s Winter Festival.”
“You’re welcome to stay at the palace then,” Amelia commented. “Seyrune has some wonderful traditions.”
“So I’ve heard.” Wizer then caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned, with an opened eye and a concern frown. “On that note Princess, mind if I ask a question?”
Amelia stared puzzled. “No, what is it?”
He pointed to the stairs around the corner. “Is that a normal Seyrune tradition?”
Zelgadis went around the corner. The sight before him made his blood level rise and Amelia groan. Zack and Rowan were on top of a large silver tray. Each boy was equipped with a pot on the top of his head and they appeared ready to toboggan down the stairs at any given moment.
“Okay, Rowan,” Zack cried with great enthusiasm. “On the count of three.”
Rowan nodded. “Let’s do this. 1, 2-“
“Zackary! Rowan!”
The boys spun around, feeling like a pair of mice caught in the mouse trap as Zelgadis marched up.
“Uh oh,” Zack muttered.
“I thought you said they would be in that meeting all morning,” Rowan hissed.
“They were,” Zack hissed back. “It’s noon now.”
“What are you boys trying to do?!”
Jumping to their feet, Zack and Rowan stood at attention like soldiers.
“We weren’t doing much Daddy,” Zack replied quickly, twiddling his fingers.
Zelgadis narrowed his eyes. “It looked like to me like you two were about to ride that tray down the stairs.” His fingers tapped his arm as Amelia and Wizer caught up. “How many times have I told you boys you aren’t allowed to do this?”
“Don’t know,” Rowan admitted. “We tuned it out after the first twenty times.”
Zack jabbed him with his elbow. “Not helping.”
Amelia groaned. “What are we going to do with you boys?”
Wizer stroked his chin. “It’s none of my business, but if you boys don’t start behaving, Santa might not come.”
The boys perked up with interest. “Who’s Santa?” Amelia asked.
“Oh, I beg your pardon Princess. I forgot only children in Ruvinagardo believe in Santa.” He tucked his hands into his pocket. “It’s an old folk tale. Santa is supposed to be an old jolly man who delivers presents to children on the night of a full moon during the Winter Festival.”
“He brings presents?” Zack asked excitedly.
Rowan folded his arms. “I bet there’s a catch though.”
“Correct!” Wizer exclaimed as he knelt down to the boys’ level. “He only brings presents to children who have been behaving, otherwise he puts coal in their stockings.”
“I’ve heard of this story,” Zelgadis replied. And it’s still one of the stupidest things I have ever heard. It’s clearly just a ploy trying to get children to behave.
“So,” Zack began “You’re saying if we’re good, Santa will bring us presents?”
Zelgadis heard the alarm bells go off in his head. “Now wait son, Mister Wizer is just telling you a story.” He emphasized the last part. “So it’s not true.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Wizer interrupted. “It’s a story as old as the country itself and they say all stories have some truth in them.”
Zelgadis glared. Why couldn’t the man take a hint? “No, Wizer, in this case-“
“So, he’ll come then?” Rowan asked.
“Certainly!” Wizer exclaimed.
“Mister Wizer, why don’t I show you the Royal Courtyard?” Amelia cut in, feeling it was probably too late to intervene.
“And tonight’s a full moon!” Zack cried. “I wonder what Santa will bring me?!”
“Zack!” Zelgadis cleared his throat. “Santa is not going to come tonight.”
The boy glanced up shocked. “He won’t?”
“No,” Zelgadis replied firmly. Good, perhaps this will get resolved without any trouble. Unfortunately, Zelgadis then saw the tears forming in his son’s eyes.
“Is it because I’m bad?”
Panic struck! “No! No! It’s just, it’s just-“ He glanced to Amelia for help.
The princess appeared just as helpless. “You’re not bad Zack! You and Rowan are good children...mostly…”
Zack wiped his tears. “So, Santa’s going to come then?”
Zelgadis and Amelia looked to each other. Neither could think of a way out of this situation. Zelgadis sighed and reluctantly said “Yes, Santa is going to come.”
He shot a glare to Wizer, who was laughing as both boys ran to tell the good news to Lori.
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Lina drummed her fingers on the table. “Let me get this straight. Wizer told the kids that a fat guy in red suit was going to bring them presents?”
Zelgadis sighed, feeling equally exasperated. “That would be correct.”
Lina slammed her fist on her kitchen table. “I’m going to kill that idiot!”
Gourry stared at the ceiling with his hands tucked behind his head. “What’s the big deal? We’ll just explain it to the kids that it’s just a story.”
“Rowan seems to believe it’s not true,” Amelia explained. “But Zack and Lori don’t.” Amelia folded her arms. “Each time we tried telling them it’s not true, they got upset because they thought it meant they were bad children.”
“Which is why I’m going to kill Wizer,” Lina growled. What was the man thinking? Telling the kids such a silly story? An old man who brings presents? What kind of moron would think up such a crazy folk tale? She sighed. “I guess we have no choice. If ‘Santa’ doesn’t come, the kids will get upset.”
“So, what should we do then?” Gourry asked.
She titled her head slyly at him. “You still have the big red sweater?”
“Sure but-“ Gourry paused. “Wait, you’re not suggesting that I play as Santa?”
“That’s the plan!” Lina exclaimed, clapping her hands.
“Why do I have to do it?! Why can’t Zel do it, or even Prince Phil? This would be right up his alley wouldn’t it?”
“My blue skin would be a big hint that I wasn’t Santa,” Zelgadis explained. “As for Phil, he went out of the city for a couple of days to check on the nearby villages. He wanted to find out if they needed any help to survive the winter.”
“And since this is a guy’s role, then Amelia and I can’t do it,” she grinned. “So, that leaves only leaves you Mister Santa.”
Gourry groaned. This was not going to work, he just knew it.
Later, they went to the palace and gathered the kids in the old library. Rowan twirled the giant globe. “Is Santa supposed to come tonight?”
“Mom and Dad said he would,” Zack replied as he finished his game of checkers with Lori.
“I hope I get a doll,” Lori replied excitedly.
Rowan rolled his eyes. This was a hoax. It amazed him that Lori and Zack were believing it so easily. “I would rather be at home working on my invention.”
“No, it’s better if you’re here,” Zack replied. “If you blow up your house, then Santa won’t come.”
Rowan twitched. “Guys, look, I hate to break it to you, but there is no-“
“Ho ho!” The doors to the library flew open.
The kids blinked in surprised as a man with a shaggy beard entered.
“Santa?” Lori asked.
“That’s me!” the man exclaimed, giving a thumbs up. “I came because you were all good kids.”
Lori and Zack stared in complete awe. Rowan studied the man. He’d seen that sweater before, and the beard looked like it was falling off. He snapped his fingers. “That’s not Santa, that’s just Dad in a fake beard”
Santa sweated. “What are you talking about? I’m Santa.”
“Dad that is you, and you’re wearing that itchy sweater you hate. I’ll bet anything that beard comes right off”
Lori blinked and took a closer look. “It is Dad,” Lori said, disappointed.
Gourry sweated even more. “No, really I’m Santa.”
A sigh came from behind him. “Give it up Gourry, they’re not buying it,” bellowed Zelgadis’s voice as he and Lina and Amelia entered.
Gourry twitched and glared at his son. “Rowan, later we’re going to have a little chat.”
“Uncle Gourry, why did you do this?” Zack asked. “Is Santa not coming?”
Gourry scratched his head. Unable to see any other options, he kneeled to the kid’s level. “I’m sorry kids, but Santa isn’t-“
“Ho, ho, ho!” bellowed a new voice.
All of them spun around. A man in a fur red suit and a long bushy white beard entered. He carried a large sack over his shoulder. “Sorry I’m late, it’s been a busy night.”
Amelia blinked, confused. What on earth was going on? The whole thing was just a story wasn’t it? “Mister Santa?”
“The one and the same!” the man exclaimed as he put down his sack.
“Is it really you this time Santa?” Zack asked, unsure if he should get his hopes up.
“Of course,” he reached into his sack. “I believe you wanted a griffin figurine didn’t you young man?”
Zack’s eye lit up as the toy was placed into his hands. “Thanks Santa.”
“And let’s see,” the man’s eyes landed on Lori. “The young lady wanted a doll? And the skeptical young man over there wanted new tools?”
Lori beamed. Rowan was going to protest, but seeing his little sister’s face, decided to drop it. Besides, the guy was bringing him new tools and he knew better than to give up a free gift.
Lina beckoned the other adults into a huddle. “All right, please tell me somebody hired him? Because that’s the only way to explain this!”
Zelgadis smirked. “Lina, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed?”
Lina blinked and Zelgadis pointed to Santa. They had a clear view of his back side as he gave Lori her doll. They also had a clear view of the brown ponytail that peeked from beneath his hat.
Lina gaped. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
Santa finished giving his last present to Rowan. “Well now, I wish I could stay and chat, but I have many other deliveries to make tonight!”
“Are you going to come back?” Lori asked.
Santa laughed. “As long as you remember to behave yourselves.”
“Sounds good Santa,” Lina said with a wink. “We’ll see you out.”
The adults led Santa out of the room and waited until they were out of the children’s view.
Lina smirked and patted him on the back. “Good job Santa, or should I say Inspector Santa?”
Wizer laughed as he took off his hat and beard. “Figured it out did you?”
“I will admit, you even had us believing for a second,” Zegadis commented. “You planned this from the start didn’t you?”
Wizer grasped his chin. “It’s certainly not impossible.”
“My question is why?” Gourry asked as he took off his hat.
Wizer winked. “Insurance.”
Amelia blinked. “Insurance? What do you mean?”
Wizer folded his arms. “I figured that if I got your children into the habit of behaving regularly, then it will reduce the chances of them becoming as destructive as Miss Lina.”
Lina twitched, cracking her knuckles. “Is that so? Maybe I should show you just how naughty I can be.”
Gourry shook his head. “I don’t buy it.” Wizer blinked and the swordsman continued. “I think you’re just a softie when it comes to kids and you couldn’t resist.”
Wizer laughed, ignoring the statement. “Well, I believe it’s time for me to head to bed. I’m returning to Ruvinagardo early in the morning.”
Wizer hummed to himself as he left.
Lina sighed. “So, I guess this means Wizer will make this a routine every year until the kids stop believing it.”
“But it’s not like it’s a bad thing,” Amelia commented. “I think it’s sweet.” Wizer didn’t always let on, but he was a nice man.
Lina was going say more, but she felt a tug on her shirt and looked down to Rowan. “What’s up kiddo?”
“Mister Santa,” Rowan replied mockingly, “told me to give something to you.”
Lina raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” She held out her hand and stared confused as her son placed a piece of coal into her hands. She stared at the small piece of rock. “Why on earth did he give me this?”
Rowan tucked his hands into his pockets. “He said that’s what Santa gives to people when they’re naughty, so it’s important to be good.”
The piece of coal cracked in her hand as she started making plans to roast Santa in the morning.
Title: Here Comes Santa?
Series: Slayers
Characters: Lina, Gourry, Amelia, Zelgadis, Wizer
Amelia rubbed her shoulders as she exited the council room. “Well, I’m glad we got all that settled.”
Wizer rolled up the parchment. “It took a while, but I believe Ruvinagardo will be satisfied with the adjustments we made to the trade agreement.”
“Just as long as it doesn’t involve trying to arrest Lina again,” Zelgadis commented, taking his wife’s arm and leading her down the corridor. “Seyrune couldn’t afford the property damage if you tried that again.”
Wizer laughed. “I can only arrest Lina if she breaks a law in Ruvinagardo, what she does outside of the country is out of my jurisdiction.”
“So you say,” Zelgadis scoffed.
“Are you going to head back to Ruvinagardo now, Mister Wizer?”
Wizer folded his arms. “Actually, the king allowed me to have a few days off so I could experience Seyrune’s Winter Festival.”
“You’re welcome to stay at the palace then,” Amelia commented. “Seyrune has some wonderful traditions.”
“So I’ve heard.” Wizer then caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned, with an opened eye and a concern frown. “On that note Princess, mind if I ask a question?”
Amelia stared puzzled. “No, what is it?”
He pointed to the stairs around the corner. “Is that a normal Seyrune tradition?”
Zelgadis went around the corner. The sight before him made his blood level rise and Amelia groan. Zack and Rowan were on top of a large silver tray. Each boy was equipped with a pot on the top of his head and they appeared ready to toboggan down the stairs at any given moment.
“Okay, Rowan,” Zack cried with great enthusiasm. “On the count of three.”
Rowan nodded. “Let’s do this. 1, 2-“
“Zackary! Rowan!”
The boys spun around, feeling like a pair of mice caught in the mouse trap as Zelgadis marched up.
“Uh oh,” Zack muttered.
“I thought you said they would be in that meeting all morning,” Rowan hissed.
“They were,” Zack hissed back. “It’s noon now.”
“What are you boys trying to do?!”
Jumping to their feet, Zack and Rowan stood at attention like soldiers.
“We weren’t doing much Daddy,” Zack replied quickly, twiddling his fingers.
Zelgadis narrowed his eyes. “It looked like to me like you two were about to ride that tray down the stairs.” His fingers tapped his arm as Amelia and Wizer caught up. “How many times have I told you boys you aren’t allowed to do this?”
“Don’t know,” Rowan admitted. “We tuned it out after the first twenty times.”
Zack jabbed him with his elbow. “Not helping.”
Amelia groaned. “What are we going to do with you boys?”
Wizer stroked his chin. “It’s none of my business, but if you boys don’t start behaving, Santa might not come.”
The boys perked up with interest. “Who’s Santa?” Amelia asked.
“Oh, I beg your pardon Princess. I forgot only children in Ruvinagardo believe in Santa.” He tucked his hands into his pocket. “It’s an old folk tale. Santa is supposed to be an old jolly man who delivers presents to children on the night of a full moon during the Winter Festival.”
“He brings presents?” Zack asked excitedly.
Rowan folded his arms. “I bet there’s a catch though.”
“Correct!” Wizer exclaimed as he knelt down to the boys’ level. “He only brings presents to children who have been behaving, otherwise he puts coal in their stockings.”
“I’ve heard of this story,” Zelgadis replied. And it’s still one of the stupidest things I have ever heard. It’s clearly just a ploy trying to get children to behave.
“So,” Zack began “You’re saying if we’re good, Santa will bring us presents?”
Zelgadis heard the alarm bells go off in his head. “Now wait son, Mister Wizer is just telling you a story.” He emphasized the last part. “So it’s not true.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Wizer interrupted. “It’s a story as old as the country itself and they say all stories have some truth in them.”
Zelgadis glared. Why couldn’t the man take a hint? “No, Wizer, in this case-“
“So, he’ll come then?” Rowan asked.
“Certainly!” Wizer exclaimed.
“Mister Wizer, why don’t I show you the Royal Courtyard?” Amelia cut in, feeling it was probably too late to intervene.
“And tonight’s a full moon!” Zack cried. “I wonder what Santa will bring me?!”
“Zack!” Zelgadis cleared his throat. “Santa is not going to come tonight.”
The boy glanced up shocked. “He won’t?”
“No,” Zelgadis replied firmly. Good, perhaps this will get resolved without any trouble. Unfortunately, Zelgadis then saw the tears forming in his son’s eyes.
“Is it because I’m bad?”
Panic struck! “No! No! It’s just, it’s just-“ He glanced to Amelia for help.
The princess appeared just as helpless. “You’re not bad Zack! You and Rowan are good children...mostly…”
Zack wiped his tears. “So, Santa’s going to come then?”
Zelgadis and Amelia looked to each other. Neither could think of a way out of this situation. Zelgadis sighed and reluctantly said “Yes, Santa is going to come.”
He shot a glare to Wizer, who was laughing as both boys ran to tell the good news to Lori.
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Lina drummed her fingers on the table. “Let me get this straight. Wizer told the kids that a fat guy in red suit was going to bring them presents?”
Zelgadis sighed, feeling equally exasperated. “That would be correct.”
Lina slammed her fist on her kitchen table. “I’m going to kill that idiot!”
Gourry stared at the ceiling with his hands tucked behind his head. “What’s the big deal? We’ll just explain it to the kids that it’s just a story.”
“Rowan seems to believe it’s not true,” Amelia explained. “But Zack and Lori don’t.” Amelia folded her arms. “Each time we tried telling them it’s not true, they got upset because they thought it meant they were bad children.”
“Which is why I’m going to kill Wizer,” Lina growled. What was the man thinking? Telling the kids such a silly story? An old man who brings presents? What kind of moron would think up such a crazy folk tale? She sighed. “I guess we have no choice. If ‘Santa’ doesn’t come, the kids will get upset.”
“So, what should we do then?” Gourry asked.
She titled her head slyly at him. “You still have the big red sweater?”
“Sure but-“ Gourry paused. “Wait, you’re not suggesting that I play as Santa?”
“That’s the plan!” Lina exclaimed, clapping her hands.
“Why do I have to do it?! Why can’t Zel do it, or even Prince Phil? This would be right up his alley wouldn’t it?”
“My blue skin would be a big hint that I wasn’t Santa,” Zelgadis explained. “As for Phil, he went out of the city for a couple of days to check on the nearby villages. He wanted to find out if they needed any help to survive the winter.”
“And since this is a guy’s role, then Amelia and I can’t do it,” she grinned. “So, that leaves only leaves you Mister Santa.”
Gourry groaned. This was not going to work, he just knew it.
Later, they went to the palace and gathered the kids in the old library. Rowan twirled the giant globe. “Is Santa supposed to come tonight?”
“Mom and Dad said he would,” Zack replied as he finished his game of checkers with Lori.
“I hope I get a doll,” Lori replied excitedly.
Rowan rolled his eyes. This was a hoax. It amazed him that Lori and Zack were believing it so easily. “I would rather be at home working on my invention.”
“No, it’s better if you’re here,” Zack replied. “If you blow up your house, then Santa won’t come.”
Rowan twitched. “Guys, look, I hate to break it to you, but there is no-“
“Ho ho!” The doors to the library flew open.
The kids blinked in surprised as a man with a shaggy beard entered.
“Santa?” Lori asked.
“That’s me!” the man exclaimed, giving a thumbs up. “I came because you were all good kids.”
Lori and Zack stared in complete awe. Rowan studied the man. He’d seen that sweater before, and the beard looked like it was falling off. He snapped his fingers. “That’s not Santa, that’s just Dad in a fake beard”
Santa sweated. “What are you talking about? I’m Santa.”
“Dad that is you, and you’re wearing that itchy sweater you hate. I’ll bet anything that beard comes right off”
Lori blinked and took a closer look. “It is Dad,” Lori said, disappointed.
Gourry sweated even more. “No, really I’m Santa.”
A sigh came from behind him. “Give it up Gourry, they’re not buying it,” bellowed Zelgadis’s voice as he and Lina and Amelia entered.
Gourry twitched and glared at his son. “Rowan, later we’re going to have a little chat.”
“Uncle Gourry, why did you do this?” Zack asked. “Is Santa not coming?”
Gourry scratched his head. Unable to see any other options, he kneeled to the kid’s level. “I’m sorry kids, but Santa isn’t-“
“Ho, ho, ho!” bellowed a new voice.
All of them spun around. A man in a fur red suit and a long bushy white beard entered. He carried a large sack over his shoulder. “Sorry I’m late, it’s been a busy night.”
Amelia blinked, confused. What on earth was going on? The whole thing was just a story wasn’t it? “Mister Santa?”
“The one and the same!” the man exclaimed as he put down his sack.
“Is it really you this time Santa?” Zack asked, unsure if he should get his hopes up.
“Of course,” he reached into his sack. “I believe you wanted a griffin figurine didn’t you young man?”
Zack’s eye lit up as the toy was placed into his hands. “Thanks Santa.”
“And let’s see,” the man’s eyes landed on Lori. “The young lady wanted a doll? And the skeptical young man over there wanted new tools?”
Lori beamed. Rowan was going to protest, but seeing his little sister’s face, decided to drop it. Besides, the guy was bringing him new tools and he knew better than to give up a free gift.
Lina beckoned the other adults into a huddle. “All right, please tell me somebody hired him? Because that’s the only way to explain this!”
Zelgadis smirked. “Lina, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed?”
Lina blinked and Zelgadis pointed to Santa. They had a clear view of his back side as he gave Lori her doll. They also had a clear view of the brown ponytail that peeked from beneath his hat.
Lina gaped. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
Santa finished giving his last present to Rowan. “Well now, I wish I could stay and chat, but I have many other deliveries to make tonight!”
“Are you going to come back?” Lori asked.
Santa laughed. “As long as you remember to behave yourselves.”
“Sounds good Santa,” Lina said with a wink. “We’ll see you out.”
The adults led Santa out of the room and waited until they were out of the children’s view.
Lina smirked and patted him on the back. “Good job Santa, or should I say Inspector Santa?”
Wizer laughed as he took off his hat and beard. “Figured it out did you?”
“I will admit, you even had us believing for a second,” Zegadis commented. “You planned this from the start didn’t you?”
Wizer grasped his chin. “It’s certainly not impossible.”
“My question is why?” Gourry asked as he took off his hat.
Wizer winked. “Insurance.”
Amelia blinked. “Insurance? What do you mean?”
Wizer folded his arms. “I figured that if I got your children into the habit of behaving regularly, then it will reduce the chances of them becoming as destructive as Miss Lina.”
Lina twitched, cracking her knuckles. “Is that so? Maybe I should show you just how naughty I can be.”
Gourry shook his head. “I don’t buy it.” Wizer blinked and the swordsman continued. “I think you’re just a softie when it comes to kids and you couldn’t resist.”
Wizer laughed, ignoring the statement. “Well, I believe it’s time for me to head to bed. I’m returning to Ruvinagardo early in the morning.”
Wizer hummed to himself as he left.
Lina sighed. “So, I guess this means Wizer will make this a routine every year until the kids stop believing it.”
“But it’s not like it’s a bad thing,” Amelia commented. “I think it’s sweet.” Wizer didn’t always let on, but he was a nice man.
Lina was going say more, but she felt a tug on her shirt and looked down to Rowan. “What’s up kiddo?”
“Mister Santa,” Rowan replied mockingly, “told me to give something to you.”
Lina raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” She held out her hand and stared confused as her son placed a piece of coal into her hands. She stared at the small piece of rock. “Why on earth did he give me this?”
Rowan tucked his hands into his pockets. “He said that’s what Santa gives to people when they’re naughty, so it’s important to be good.”
The piece of coal cracked in her hand as she started making plans to roast Santa in the morning.
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Date: 2008-12-24 05:51 pm (UTC)