December 26th, 2008
His face was lit up with its usual infectious festivity and, just as last year, with his last friendly “Goodbye mates,” he was simply… gone. Just gone. I wonder what the rest of the year is like for him, if he remembers it at all. The Spirits weren’t able to wrest out of him any real coherent comment about the mother he believes he has, or any memory other than what happened during previous Christmas advent-ures. Maybe he sleeps, maybe he dies and is reborn the following year. Maybe we all imagined him in the first place.
Either way, I’m content not knowing. I don’t feel it’s really ours to know. My only regret for him is that he has never yet succeeded in actually shaking hands, or exchanging greetings or even glances, with Santa Claus himself.
Maybe one day.
Thank you for including me in this, and Merry Christmas.
