it's about time i did this

[three hundred, twenty-eight]

Late one evening amidst the snow and tossing flakes that covered the land, a small sleigh sat neatly tucked between two large snow-covered houses. A man sat there, he was dressed in red. His sleigh seemed to be abandonded otherwise, semingly empty for a man of his known stature, no sack of toys no flying hooved mammals, and yet he sat, rosy cheeked and smiling, in the dark and the cold, waiting.

It wasn't long before another sleigh appeared, and through the corner of his eye the red-clad fellow could tell it was who he thought it was. A large booming voice, although words indecipherable through the wind, could be heard high above him. As the other sleigh came closer to landing near the first, the man in red stood slowly, still smiling.

The exchanged sleighs, and it wasn't clear who the other man was, but siles, handshakes, and sleighs were exchanged. It was almost as if there was an unspoken code, words exchanged although nothing was said. As the first red-clad man got into the newly arrived sleigh, that of which was sporting a large, overflowing sack and eight prancing deer that all looked tired from a long journey, the new man from the new sleigh hopped in the first sleigh, and sat, joyfully out of breath, and waved as the initial red-clad man started off into the night.

Leaving the flying sleigh's pilot behind, the red man flew off into the night, landing on houses and delivering his duties upon those that he did, and as his turn came to an end, the reindeer took him to another sitting sleigh, nestled between two other houses far from the beginning, where another man in red sat, and where another exchange was made. As the new pilot flew off, the first man in red sat in the new sleigh, smiling, cheeks even more rosy than before, and waited.

In an instant, the sleigh rose, and zoomed away from the houses, backk to the North Pole, where this man in red claimed his home with his wife between the other houses meant for the others, his job for the day was done.

Focus: Christmas, duh

Jess :]