The Visitor's Prophecy

DIMENSION: THE NORTH POLE

Kris's mom bellowed it out first from her bed. She was weak and unable to leave it, but the fire in her still burned. “Kris Kringle the 24th, honestly! You didn’t explain the magic at all?”

“Bad move.” His father crossed his arms, also still in bed, but thriving well. “You don’t want to upset your partner like this without proper explanation. She will be mad at you for a whole century.”

“I couldn’t hold her to that. I won’t keep her angry at me for a century. I will release her at Christmas, before she has to take the position for good, if she can’t forgive me.” Glancing back toward his father, he saw his eyes burning like a roaring fireplace. “I’m sorry, Dad. I had a lot of difficult things to try and explain all at once. It slipped my mind.”