Rhapsodies

Kevin climbed down from the white whale to Santa’s latest drop off point. This one was extremely drab-looking a whole lot like a recycled oil rig. Despite all this the place was bustling with Christmas personal (in this case mostly lizards) loading up the next sleigh.

Peaseblossom landed in front of him. “Well what, Ye waiting for?” she asked, “We ain’t got all night.”

“You didn’t tell me what I’m supposed to do with the dream”

“Well I can’t be explaining everything, can I? Especially wit’ a somethin’ as obvious as that. All ye gotta do is hand it over and then the rest of the night be ours.”

“Yeah, but hand it over to  who?”

Peaseblossom shrugged “I don’t know, Santa most like. As soon as he shows up, that be.”