Josey's Journey Cont.

Josey's Journey Continues...

Now, don't ask me how, but he communicated through some type of mental channel to some other elf to relieve him at this outpost. As the now-friendly sentry escorted me to the North Pole proper, he'd told me that his name was Paul Henry of the Northern Terrs and was a few years younger than my own father. From what I had gleaned from Mr. Paul Henry - nearly a relative now, don't you know - my father was something of an adventurer and had become a legend hereabouts when he had found and married a fairy from a land far away. Ah, but it felt good to know that my own father was a legend and my mother a beautiful fairy from the Land of Turane. But I still experienced the pangs for my dear mother's sweet kisses, as I did most nights away from home.

Old PH led me to a small town, an oasis of lights here in the frozen North. I had arrived at the famous North Pole, the center of the Northern Terrs and you can imagine my delight - to actually be here. There were toy factories, sweater factories, small appliances over there, electronics to my left and whatnot scattered everywhere, but the most impressive sites were the beautiful cottages overlooking the town from the opposite hillside. Between the factories in the town and the cottages were small homes and lodgings for all of the elves living in the magic town. And the music…it sounded like choirs of angels to the ears, to these pointed ears of mine, the same as all the other elves.

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As we walked through the heart of town, my dear old friend, once removed, introduced me to a few of the pedestrian elves as Beary's big boy, and I've got to admit it that I loved all of the attention I got. I received a lot of stares and flirtatious glances from more than a few young curly-topped elves. But we moved fairly rapidly through the streets and angled toward one of the lighted cottages where green, blinking lights rimmed the rooftop.

"Are we going to meet someone special?" I asked of my guide, friend, compadre, as we walked at a determined pace.

"You better believe it," he replied. "Just hold onto your wings, boy!"

Well, we certainly did (meet someone special, that is). I met the real deal, the big guy, the head cheese if you please. Well, I met one of them anyway. I'd learned that there is a Santa Claus for each time zone and for the heavily populated areas, there may even be more than one. Now, they have identical sleighs and identical reindeer, if you can believe that. And another thing I'd learned was that Santa himself is an elf, jolly to be sure, but an elf nonetheless. And Santas are in the same dimension as all of the other Folke, except for Christmas Eve and Christmas day. On those two days, the Santas of the North Pole are in both the Human and Folke dimensions of this great Globe. Isn't that interesting?

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"So, you're Bearyizer's son, are you?" Santa had this amused look in his eye, what you might call the twinkle.

I was struck in awe so much that I could barely nod my affirmation. I mean, here I am, talking to the great wonder of the Globe.

"And it's good that you possess skills in mapping," Santa said. "I need your help for this Christmas. I deliver presents to some wonderful children in the eastern part of the Globe."

Paul Henry and I sipped a really tasty hot chocolate as Santa spoke. As you can well imagine, I hung on every word.

"Naturally, we'll give you the opportunity for more schooling," he continued, "but for now, I need you to chart me a route throughout Afghanistan, through Kabul, Kandahar and all of the outlying districts."

"B-b-but, there's a war going on there," I stammered, nearly choking on my hot drink.

"Yes, that's always been the saddest part," Santa agreed gravely. "And there are also a lot of frightened children there. Frightened children who need me now more than ever." His eyes seemed to cloud over for a second or two, then the sparkle was back. "What do you say, Josey, son of Bearyizer…are you with me?"

It dawned on me at that very moment that I had arrived at my journey's end…and at a new beginning. I felt so refreshed, as though the air that I breathed at that particular point in time was a newer and cleaner air, unpolluted by any stain of the past. Oh, I'll never give up my impudence, no, no, no, but yes, I thought, definitely yes to this new spirit within me.

"I'm with you, Santa. All the way."

The End

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	Josey's Journey Continues... Now, don't ask me how, but he communicated through some type of mental channel to some other elf to relieve him at this outpost. As the now-friendly sentry escorted me to the North Pole proper, he'd told me that his name was Paul Henry of the Northern Terrs and was a few years younger than my own father. From what I had gleaned from Mr. Paul Henry - nearly a relative now, don't you know - my father was something of an adventurer and had become a legend hereabouts when he had found and married a fairy from a land far away. Ah, but it felt good to know that my own father was a legend and my mother a beautiful fairy from the Land of Turane. But I still experienced the pangs for my dear mother's sweet kisses, as I did most nights away from home. Old PH led me to a small town, an oasis of lights here in the frozen North. I had arrived at the famous North Pole, the center of the Northern Terrs and you can imagine my delight - to actually be here. There were toy factories, sweater factories, small appliances over there, electronics to my left and whatnot scattered everywhere, but the most impressive sites were the beautiful cottages overlooking the town from the opposite hillside. Between the factories in the town and the cottages were small homes and lodgings for all of the elves living in the magic town. And the music…it sounded like choirs of angels to the ears, to these pointed ears of mine, the same as all the other elves. *********************************************************************************************** As we walked through the heart of town, my dear old friend, once removed, introduced me to a few of the pedestrian elves as Beary's big boy, and I've got to admit it that I loved all of the attention I got. I received a lot of stares and flirtatious glances from more than a few young curly-topped elves. But we moved fairly rapidly through the streets and angled toward one of the lighted cottages where green, blinking lights rimmed the rooftop. "Are we going to meet someone special?" I asked of my guide, friend, compadre, as we walked at a determined pace. "You better believe it," he replied. "Just hold onto your wings, boy!" Well, we certainly did (meet someone special, that is). I met the real deal, the big guy, the head cheese if you please. Well, I met one of them anyway. I'd learned that there is a Santa Claus for each time zone and for the heavily populated areas, there may even be more than one. Now, they have identical sleighs and identical reindeer, if you can believe that. And another thing I'd learned was that Santa himself is an elf, jolly to be sure, but an elf nonetheless. And Santas are in the same dimension as all of the other Folke, except for Christmas Eve and Christmas day. On those two days, the Santas of the North Pole are in both the Human and Folke dimensions of this great Globe. Isn't that interesting? ************************************************************************************** "So, you're Bearyizer's son, are you?" Santa had this amused look in his eye, what you might call the twinkle. I was struck in awe so much that I could barely nod my affirmation. I mean, here I am, talking to the great wonder of the Globe. "And it's good that you possess skills in mapping," Santa said. "I need your help for this Christmas. I deliver presents to some wonderful children in the eastern part of the Globe." Paul Henry and I sipped a really tasty hot chocolate as Santa spoke. As you can well imagine, I hung on every word. "Naturally, we'll give you the opportunity for more schooling," he continued, "but for now, I need you to chart me a route throughout Afghanistan, through Kabul, Kandahar and all of the outlying districts." "B-b-but, there's a war going on there," I stammered, nearly choking on my hot drink. "Yes, that's always been the saddest part," Santa agreed gravely. "And there are also a lot of frightened children there. Frightened children who need me now more than ever." His eyes seemed to cloud over for a second or two, then the sparkle was back. "What do you say, Josey, son of Bearyizer…are you with me?" It dawned on me at that very moment that I had arrived at my journey's end…and at a new beginning. I felt so refreshed, as though the air that I breathed at that particular point in time was a newer and cleaner air, unpolluted by any stain of the past. Oh, I'll never give up my impudence, no, no, no, but yes, I thought, definitely yes to this new spirit within me. "I'm with you, Santa. All the way." The End ************************************************ This story has been posted for your reading pleasure. ************************** ©SIR Original Fairytales Faejolee's Fairylands \| home Awards \| Awards 2003 \| The Lost Fairy \| Josey's Journey \| Josey's Journey Cont. \| Darcey O'Brien \| Darcey O'Brien Conts. \| My Birthday 2002 \| My B'day Gifts 2002 \| My Anniv.2003 \| B'day 2003**