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The moment I lift the creaking floorboard up, a cold gust rushes out whispers of woe. Suddenly, the flooring crumbles and I plunge into the abyss, with voices growing louder the deeper I fall, echoing in the dark: "There is no escapeâŠ"
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My Unusual Christmas Kidnapping
At the end of my eighth Christmas Eve, I went to bed early like every other year. I remember that my parents always told me, âIf youâre not asleep by half-past eight, youâll get naught beneath the tree ornate.â And thereâs no better deterrent than the thought of waking up with zero presents on Christmas.
There I was, nestled in the warmth of my cozy bed, dreaming of presents and candy canes, when a loud âthudâ woke me up. Another one followed. Gripped by fear, I hid beneath my covers. Thud. I had completely forgotten about Christmas. Thud. It had to be a burglar breaking in, which is why I dared not venture out of bed.
The door creaked open. I peeked through a small gap in my covers and saw several figures entering with a large bag. A flash of red caught my eye, and I immediately felt a wave of relief.
Tossing my covers aside, I yelled, âSanta!â
Next thing I knew, a large piece of fabric was thrown over me. I tried to scream, but no sound escaped. My breath hitched, and I was plunged into yet another slumber.
I awoke inside the bag. This time, it was loose, so I managed to wriggle around and find the light. I was inside a quaint, pastel rose room adorned with festive decorations. A few red and green boxes were scattered around, with a single red door at one end. With no other options to leave the room, I tiptoed towards the door and pressed my ear against it. Silence. I carefully turned the handle when a voice startled me.
âYou canât escape,â it shrilled. âStay put.â
I spun around. A small man with pointed ears and a green outfit stood proudly akimbo. He was a little shorter than me but radiated authority.
âYouâre an Elf!â I blurted out. âThat means ⊠Iâm in Santaâs house! But- but why?â
âHa!â he sneered. âYou know very well why. Youâve been a terrible child and ended up on the naughty list.â
âI- what?â I couldnât believe it. Me? On the naughty list? Had I really been that bad? Was it because of that one cookie I ate after mom told me not to? Or that night I secretly read comics in bed using a flashlight?
As I reflected on this past yearâs behavior, I began to accept that I had indeed been a naughty boy, and it was only fair I ended up on the list.
Any attempts at conversing with the Elf were answered with a grunt. Minutes later, a metallic click unlocked the door, and the Elf shot me a nasty grin.
âNext,â yawned the Elf who entered the room.
âThatâs you,â said the Elf in the same room as me. âCome on, follow him.â
The new Elf scowled at me when I hesitantly walked out. Although the place was warm, I felt a little exposed being barefoot and in pajamas. He led me through a long, vibrant hallway adorned with ornaments and paintings of reindeer. Something about the expressionist representation of the animals exuded malice. It gradually worsened the nearer we got to a comically large door at the end of the hall.
Looking up, I saw a glaring face painted on the door. It suddenly moved, baring yellow teeth with an air of disgust. âLast naughty boy of the day,â it announced.
The double doors unfurled, compelling me inside. I was greeted by a mahogany desk cluttered with documents, wrapping paper, and some broken toys. Behind it sat a bearded man in a festive red outfit.
âSanta Claus!â I cried out.
The man paused in his writing and peered down over the edge of his crescent-moon glasses.
âThat is indeed me, yes,â he replied with a grandfatherly voice, sweet yet stern. âAnd you are -ah- Christopher. Yes, sit down, please.â
I obeyed. Santa leaned in and spoke in his commanding voice.
âGood. Now, Christopher, I see that you have been a naughty, naughty boy,â he continued, flipping through a binder. âAnd you know what happens with naughty boys, donât you?â He waved a list with names. âLetâs see. What will we do with you, my poor, poor Christopher, boy.â He skimmed again, going back and forth.
A few seconds later, he continued with a loud, âAh! Yes. You shall be an Elf from now on. Five years in the assembly line. For a start.â
My little jaw dropped, and my head tilted sideways. It was a lot to take in for an eight-year-old child.
âI donât understand, Santa,â I managed to say.
âOh, oh, oh! Youâll understand soon enough. Now off you go to Emgher. Heâs the one who performs the magic.â Santa dismissed me with a wave of his hand.
âBut, but⊠my name isnât even Christopher, Santa. My name is James,â I protested.
Santa peered at me over his glasses again, a frown creasing his forehead. âYou are not Christopher? Is that right?â
I nodded vehemently.
âLet me verify that,â he said.
Santa retrieved a red rotary phone from beneath his desk and dialed a number. He sounded calm, but I noticed his brows furrowing gradually.
Soon, an Elf scurried into the room.
âMy deepest apologies, Mr. Claus,â the Elf squeaked with an overly deep bow. âI donât know how it happened. We thought-â
Santa raised his hand, silencing the Elf.
âThis boy,â Santa pointed at me, âis not Christopher?â
âNo Mr. Claus. Itâs all a mistake,â the Elf admitted sheepishly.
âVery well. To the wrappings with you,â Santa declared, and with a hand clap, the Elf vanished, leaving behind a look of horror that seemed to plead for⊠what exactly?
âMy dear, dear, James,â Santa said as he rose from his leather chair and approached me. âI offer you my deepest apologies. Can you forgive me?â
Santaâs eyes were akin to a gentle grandfather and a dog yearning for more delicious treats.
âOf course,â I replied without hesitation. âHow could I be angry at Santa Claus.â I felt so relieved I began to laugh.
âThatâs very gracious of you, James,â Santa smiled. âNow, come with me. We need to send you back home.â
I followed the large, bearded man, walking through the same hall as before, except everything felt a lot more festive. Soon, Christmas songs began to resonate through the hall.
We arrived atop a vast hanger. My awe was indescribable. Hundreds of Elfs dressed in green with accents of red and gold were working relentlessly. From building presents to assembling boxes and applying beautiful Christmas wrappings. It was spectacular.
The topmost floor was full of Elfs playing all kinds of instruments, while the workers below joined in the chorus of Christmas carols. Who couldâve guessed that their shrill voices could become a melodic harmony?
âIâve never seen anything like that,â I gasped.
âAnd you never will as long as youâre a good boy,â said Santa. âCome now. We must get you home.â
His words struck my mind like a splinter.
âSanta?â I asked. âWhat happens when youâre on the naughty list?â
âHo, ho, ho, curious little boy, are we? I guess I do owe you an explanation. But you must first promise to never tell anyone,â Santa said, and I pinky swore. âGood boy.â He ruffled my hair.
âYou see all those Elfs?â he said. âAll of them, without exception, were once naughty boys and girls who ended up on the list.â
âWh- kids become Elfs?â I exclaimed.
âYes, they do,â Santa smiled gently. âWell, those who were on the normal naughty list.â
âThereâs more than one list?â
âOh yes. There are three. The naught list, which turns you into an Elf. The naughty naughty list, which changes you into a toy component, and the very naughty list, which transforms you into a box or wrapping,â he explained.
My jaw dropped for the second time that night. I couldnât believe my ears.
âWhat? The toys and⊠and everything are kids?â
âNaughty children,â corrected Santa. âBut yes, they are.â
I shuddered at the thought of becoming a toy, or worse, wrapping paper. All the toys Iâd played with came to mind. Especially those I had thrown on the floor and destroyed for fun. Have I really been hurting other kids all those years?
It couldnât be true. There werenât enough naughty children to make all those toys. I had to ask Santa because I couldnât do the math.
âHo, ho, ho,â he laughed wholeheartedly. âWith Christmas magic, you donât need an entire child for a piece of wrapping. A small piece of a finger would suffice. One naughty child is enough for a thousand toys, or ten thousand Christmas wrappings.â
My voice trembled as I asked, âDo- do you cut their fingers off?â
Santaâs rosy cheeks and fluffy beard painted the picture of a jolly old man. âItâs best not to ask questions youâd rather not hear the answer to,â he advised, placing his heavy hand on my shoulder. âCome now, we must go.â
I reluctantly followed Santa. This hangar wasnât the magical place I had imagined. It was a slaughterhouse, akin to animals butchering their own, constantly hoping that fatter livestock would be herded quickly enough so they wouldnât be next on the chopping block.
We descended wooden stairs, with handrails resembling elongated Christmas trees full of life. Each stair glittered with a different color, just like baubles.
On the ground floor I noticed that no Elf was smiling even though they were singing. Some forced a smile when Santa walked by, others cowered away â one of them even bumped into me. What exactly had they done to deserve such a harsh punishment?
âHow do you even get on the naughty list, Santa?â
Santa raised one of his fluffy white brows. âWhy ask? You wish to become an Elf?â
âEr, no. Itâs just that, you know, your Elfs mistook me for a naughty boy, and I remembered many bad things I did this past year,â I explained.
âI see,â he said, adjusting his spectacles. âUnfortunately, I canât tell you what naughty children do, James. If I did, a good boy like you could become a naughty boy. We donât want that to happen, do we?â The intonation on the last two words sounded like a threat, so I simply nodded and followed the Claus.
We reached the end of the Hangar where several Elfs opened large, paired doors painted in red and marked with white initials âSCâ. A glacial gust made me instantly shiver.
âOh, ho,â Santa chuckled like the jolly old man he was. A finger snap was enough to cover me with warm boots, pants, a coat, a shawl, and a hat.
âThanks, Santa,â I beamed. It was so comfortable inside that I had forgotten I was still barefoot and in pajamas. I wondered how he could snap fingers with gloves on, though.
âYouâre very welcome, James, my boy,â said Santa. âNow, if you will excuse me, I still have much work to do. Itâs Christmas after all. My Elfs will lead you to the reindeers so you can fly back home.â
I was so overwhelmed that I could only utter a small âthanksâ before Santa wobbled back inside.
The Elfs guided me though the blizzard. We wouldâve been in complete darkness if it werenât for them.
They were glowing like green candles.
âAre you walking lamps?â I asked curiously.
One of the Elf looked at me crossly and sighed. He immediately averted eyes and marched on. Minutes later I began to quiver. Even Santaâs clothes couldnât protect me from that cold.
âWh-where are w-we g-g-going?â I stammered.
No answer.
âP-p-plea-ease. I-Iâm co-old.â
Still nothing.
When I thought Iâd never meet my parents again, we entered an ice cave. One of my guides knocked on a nearly imperceptible door in the back. I couldnât believe my ears when he said, âStinkinâ Santaâs Stupid Selfishâ.
The door popped open, and a female Elf hurried us in. Once inside, the door slammed shut and vanished completely.
âWoah,â I gasped, not only at the door, but also at the room I was in.
You know that satisfying feeling when you return to the warmth of your home after spending hours playing in the snow? It was the same feeling, except it was soothing, lulling even. Every part of my body had magically warmed up, and Santaâs clothes tattered away in a sparkle of glitter dust. I was yet again barefoot and in my pajamas.
Dozens of Elfs were sitting, reading, playing, some working. That room was the true heart of Christmas. The smell of cookies and hot chocolate was delectable. Ornated trees, music to melt the coldest hearts, and a green-purple flamed hearth. With so much festive clutter around, it was a miracle nothing went ablaze.
âAmazing,â I uttered, gaping and smiling so widely it hurt.
âYes, yes, you donât have time for this,â one of the Elfs said. âGive me the talisman.â
âHuh?â
She rolled her eyes and stuck her hand in my pajamaâs pocket.
âHey, what are youâ Whatâs that thing?â
She had taken a small ceramic Christmas ornament that looked like a present. Red letters glowed on the side.
âOur ticket to freedom and exposing Santa. Once we open it in your world, our revenge will be complete and cause widespread panic,â she explained as she dragged me to the top of a chimney protruding from the floor.
âWait, Iââ
âYour house has a chimney?â she asked.
âN-no,â I said. âWhatâs this thing? Does it lead to the reindeers?â
âHa!â she snarked. âThose child-eating monsters, you mean?â
I looked at the others, hoping someone would drag me away from this crazy girl, but they simply stared back.
âWhat do you mean? Whatâs the chimney for?â
âItâs to deliver presents,â she said. âYou go in, and it sends you to the home you wish to visit. It also makes you fireproof.â
âSo thatâs how Santa delivers presents!â
She shook her head. âNo, silly. Thatâs one of the ways. You donât have a chimney, remember?
Chimneyless homes require the Sleigh. But it doesnât matter.â
âYes, yes it does,â I erupted in laughter. âHow do you even go around every house with so many presents?â
âLook, we donât have time toââ
âJust tell him, Zoe,â another Elf chimed in from the back.
Zoe gave him a nasty grimace and ordered me to sit near one of the tables. âThatâs all Iâm answering, ok?â she warned. âAfter that, you listen because we have to go.â
I opened my mouth to protest. She quickly made a sign to zip it, and my mouth was zipped close. I stood up panicked, touching the zipper that had become my mouth. There was no slider.
âElf magic. Iâll unzip it if you settle down, sit, and listen, ok?â Zoe said irritably. I darted around. The other Elfs were calm, so I relaxed and heeded.
âGood,â she said. âFirstly, weâre in another world deep underneath the North Pole. When Christmas starts, every second that passes in Clausland equals to one day in your world. The Sleigh transports us to chimneyless houses, and Elf magic lets us in. When weâre in your world, time is almost frozen in place for us. Got that?â
I nodded, but she didnât unzip my mouth yet.
âGood,â she nodded like a teacher after scolding a bad student. âOnto the reindeer. Those monsters solely exist to devour extra naughty children and unruly Elfs. Gruesome death I would wish to no one but to Santa.â She unzipped my mouth and smirked. âQuestions?â
âEr,â I hesitated, reluctant to have my mouth shut again. âIs Santaââ
âYes,â she blurted out. âHeâs evil. Thatâs all you need to know â for your own sanity. Now, take these.â She handed me polar clothes. âAnd this. We have a long way to walk.â
âWhy do I need a long sugar cane?â
âItâs a magical sword. Hope you wonât need to use it.â
We were about to leave the room when I dared to say, âIâll freeze to death if we walk too far. I almostââ
âDied because Santa purposefully gave you magical clothes that look warm, yet retain no heat,â she interrupted. âHe always does that to spare his reindeer a lengthy chase for their meal. Letâs go.â
I returned to the blizzard. This time I was surrounded by many Elfs, Zoe in front. All wielded a long sugarcane and a rectangular shield resembling a Christmas present.
We walked and walked, but not once did I feel cold. Even my face seemed magically shielded. I was about to thank Zoe when a horrible cry resonated from behind. An Elf was missing.
âRun!â Zoe shouted.
We hurried into the void. Another scream to my left. A quick glance revealed thin gnarled hands with countless fingers grabbing one of the Elfs into the nothingness of the storm.
âAaaah!â
Another Elf had been taken, this time right in front of me. The Elfs rushed to his rescue, stabbing and cutting with their sugar canes. I cowardly hid between two Elfs.
A horrible screech followed by something landing at my feet. I jumped when I saw⊠a bleeding branch? Two Elfs were thrashing a snowman. Purple blood oozed from its wounds until it gargled and melted completely, leaving a black hat and a carrot behind.
Zoe yanked my arm, leading me ahead. We passed the body of an Elf, whose face was unrecognizable.
âIsah, Brendan, cover for us,â she shouted over the howling wind. The voices of the two forsaken Elfs became one with the blizzard.
Every so often, I dared to peak over my shoulder, trying to discern the snowmenâs needle-toothed grin through the storm. If they were nearby, I couldnât identify them amidst the noise akin to an old televisionâs static noise.
âWeâre at the Grim Grotto,â said Zoe.
We entered another ice cave. Zoe chanted in an unfamiliar language, causing a sudden gravelly noise. A wall jutted out of the ground and shut the entrance close. There was no way out. Complete silence. I felt cut off from the rest of the world, even more than before.
âWhere are we?â I puffed, tired from the long trek.
âDonât you have ears, silly?â Zoe wheezed. âItâs the Grim Grotto. Weâre near the Subsidiary Sleigh. The other ones are in a room we canât access without Santa knowing.â
I breathed a sigh of relief. Zoe noticed.
âThat was the easy part,â she scowled. âRemember the reindeer? Theyâre guarding the Sleigh, and it wonât be easy to reach. Breakâs over. Stand up. The snowmen might alert Santa.â
âWhat were those things?â I asked.
âYouâve seen them. Abominations. Created by Santa himself to patrol the boundaries. Lucky we didnât meet the Snow Angels or weâd all be dead.â
Zoe seemed to be out of breath each time she spoke. I soon realized why.
âYouâre bleeding,â I blurted.
âOh, youâve finally figured out this isnât part of my festive outfit?â
âYou need a doctor,â I said naively.
âThatâs not how things work here. The only one capable of healing us is Santa, and he wonât budge for me, thatâs certain. Either itâs a superficial wound and Iâll be fine, or itâs not and Iâll bleed out. But now is not the time to worry, we must get you back home.â
She zipped my mouth again. I protested with⊠unrefined hand signs, which were duly ignored. I wasnât angry, just frustrated I couldnât help the little girl.
The grottoâs unexpected brightness guided us around. It resembled dim sun rays piercing through a thick layer of ice. Zoe seemed to know her way in this labyrinth of forking tunnels.
We arrived at yet another fork. A nauseous mixture of bad breath, rot and manure made me feel sick. I tried to speak but all it accomplished was a muffled mumble.
âIs it important?â hissed Zoe. I nodded and she released the zipper.
âWhatâs that smell?â I asked.
âThe reindeer,â she said. âTheyâre near.â
She entered the tunnel with the pungent odor, followed by the unconcerned Elfs. I looked back, thinking of returning to the entrance. Then I remembered the flesh-eating snowmen, and thought Iâd rather take my chances with the unknown that lay ahead.
Zoe stopped behind a boulder, signaling me to approach. The tunnel had expanded into a large cave.
âShush now. Look,â she gestured at something far below.
I spotted a magnificent sleigh. It would fit the exact description of âSantaâs sleighâ. She noticed my awe and nudged me, pointing towards something else nearby. It was a reindeer. And another one. Then a few more. At least a dozen of them, surrounded by many bones.
âWhat now?â I asked.
âWe climb down the stairs.â
The âstairsâ she spoke of was a narrow and sharply steep path down the precipice.
âI hope youâre not afraid of heights?â she smiled.
Zoe went first, followed by the other Elfs. I was paralyzed by fear, convinced that Iâd slip and fall to my death.
âWant me to shove you off?â the last Elf smirked. âMaybe youâll grow wings before the big splatter.â
Being pushed forward, I descended one step at a time, clutching onto the rocks to my right. A dozen or so steps later, I became a bit more comfortable and progressed a little faster.
Near the bottom was a landing carved inside the cliffside. It was a good vantage point to observe the Sleigh in all its glory, guarded by the ferocious reindeer, who were trotting aimlessly, fighting each other, even wounding one another. Worst of all, their injuries healed almost instantly.
One stood by, anticipating another reindeerâs charge. When the assailant was close, both their mouths expanded significantly, exposing rows of jagged, pointed teeth. Their entire bodies grew into a veinous mass of muscles, fighting antlers and hooves.
âYou think weâll make it?â one of the Elfs asked Zoe.
âBad timing for cowardice, Kevin. Thereâs only one way out,â answered Zoe.
Looking at Kevin was like seeing myself in the mirror. I found it weird that an Elf would be scared, until I remembered he was a child, just like me.
âWhatâs next?â another female Elf asked.
Zoe glanced at me before she said, âWe stick to the plan. I go first, followed by James, then you, Kevin, and the rest. When I say ârunâ, we sprint to the Sleigh.â
Everyone agreed. Zoe went first, and Kevin pushed me forward. We carefully made our way down the stairs, brandishing weapons and shields. Zoeâs was fingering something in her pocket, her candy cane sheathed.
The instant her curled shoe touched the ground, every reindeer swiveled their head towards us, like a missile locked on its target. Zoe pulled her hand from her pocket and threw mistletoe berries far ahead, yelling, âRUN!â
Every reindeer clomped in our direction, each stride dislodging stones from the ground. No way any of us could get to the Sleigh. Those things were supernaturally fast.
One of them touched one of the red berries. Bang! The reindeer was startled as the berry abruptly expanded like a rising tablecloth, capturing the animal, and sealing it with a green ribbon.
The other beasts stopped in their tracks as they observed the red bag bulging from every angle, hearing a muffled screech coming from within. I was so stunned by what had happened that my feet were rooted in place. The other Elfs werenât, though. Zoe had arrived near the Sleigh, frantically hitting an invisible wall with her candy cane.
I got back to my senses and ran. So did the reindeer. From behind, I heard bang after bang, but the sound of hooves was rapidly approaching. I peeked over my shoulder for one second and saw oneâs mouth in all its glory. It was far worse than the snowmen.
My feet kept moving but I closed my eyes because I knew I was dead. My own stupidity is what saved me; I stumbled on a rock and fell, the reindeer jumping over me to maul the Elf ahead of me. I leapt up and passed the gruesome scene, crying, screaming. Most other Elfs were frantically bashing the wall when a shattering sound told me they got through.
Next thing I knew, Zoe kicked Kevin toward one of the reindeer and rushed to the Sleigh. His last moments were too horrible to describe.
I kept running, trying to ignore the bangs and the reindeers galloping like mad. Two more Elfs were holding the beasts at large by shooting baubles from their candy canes. I didnât even know they could do that, but it was pretty efficient. Each bauble shattered into clouds of glitter, electrocuting the reindeer as the smoke came down.
Meanwhile, Zoe was already in the Sleigh, handling something.
âDonât leave without us,â a girl Elf shouted. That moment of inattention had cost her life.
I took my candy cane by the rounded handle and pretended it was a gun. Baubles shot from its end, hitting the reindeer in front of me, clearing the passage. I fired a volley of baubles behind me, partially incapacitating the pursuing monsters.
Only one other Elf remained. He slowly backed away, struggling to keep the biggest reindeer down.
âStop,â Thump! âgetting,â Thump! âup,â Thump! âyou,â Thump! âpiece of,â Thump! Thump!
His left side was clear. I sprinted past the convulsing reindeer and hopped onto the Sleigh, only to be pushed back by Zoe.
âWhat are you doing?â I yelled.
When I looked up, she looked like a maniac.
âEmpty. I gotta go,â the shooting Elf said, leaving his weapon behind as he jumped into the Sleigh.
I tried to reenter, but she repelled me with such force that my elbow broke as I shielded my fall. I gripped my broken arm, crying. Zoe stared and laughed. The Sleigh began to glow bright red.
âThereâs a reason I was on the naughty list, silly,â she grinned. âEnjoy Christmas hell, James.â
Before I could get up, the Sleigh had vanished in a flash of red. I immediately turned to my left to see⊠no reindeer. They were also gone. The only thing remaining on the ground was a glowing red cube.
âThe present!â I gasped, pocketing the small ceramic ornament, and stood up. I had completely forgotten about it.
Behind the Sleighâs former location was a nearly imperceptible door. I turned the handle and entered, only to discover another sleigh made of wood. It was simple, aged, but slightly damaged. I clambered in and found a washed out set of instructions, barely legible.
HOW TO USE
Sit tight.
Pronounce the place name out loud and clearly.
Close eyes.
Open eyes when hearing jingle.
A crashing jingle echoed from beyond the room. Through the open door, I barely recognized the Sleigh that had returned. It was cracked and toppled over, covered in gore with two reindeer feasting on⊠I didnât want to think about it.
âI want to go back home,â I sobbed.
One of the reindeer hurtled through the doorway. I instinctively closed my eyes. Next thing I knew, I heard a jingle and peeped through my eyelashes.
âHome!â I cried, jumping out of the sleigh.
I looked around, incredulous. Snow graced the ground without blizzard, meat-eating snowman, or monstrous reindeer. I tried to enter, but I was locked out. Of course, I was. Everyone was fast asleep inside.
I shivered as I ran down the side path. My warm clothes had disappeared. All that remained was my good old pajamas.
Using my left hand, I opened the toilet window. Mom always left it unlocked in case someone forgot the keys. I was too short to climb through, but luckily, there was a small stepladder in the garden. I squeezed in and crashed down. Excruciating pain surged from my fractured elbow.
Lights flashed on, and I screamed, not from pain, but from fear. Fear that another Elf had returned to drag me back to Clausland. When the toilet door opened, and mom and dadâs familiar faces loomed above me, warm tears streamed down my cheeks.
Seven weeks later, I was completely healed. My injury was in fact a hairline fracture. Mom and dad had been livid that Iâd been âplayingâ outside in the middle of the night. It goes without saying that they didnât believe a word of my grisly experience.
We went to the ER and returned home after sunrise. Although my parents were angry, they let me open my presents before tucking me in my safe haven. I canât recall what I received that day, but what I do remember is that I didnât rip off the Christmas wrapping like I did every year. Instead, I delicately unfolded it without leaving a single tear, and stored them in a drawer. The piles I accumulated over the years still remain at my current home.
Of the toys I took utmost care. Even though Zoe had shown her true colors at the end, I canât imagine that every naughty kid was as bad as her. Even she didnât deserve to go that way.
I must admit that imagining childrenâs remains as toys was strange at first. As for everything, you get used to it. Except for one thing. Every Christmas, even as an adult, I stay awake or party till dawn, fearing an Elf might bring me back. It marked me so much that I decided not to have any children in case the Claus awaits his revenge â if he ever found out.
As for the ceramic ornament, I never opened it. Something rattles inside, and when Christmas nears, bright red letters appear, forming âSLU CA NATASâ. I never found out its meaning, but I vividly remember what Zoe said. Whatever that revenge may be, this little Pandoraâs Box will remain sealed for years to come.
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