Rhapsodies

Kevin watched Santa walk to the freshly loaded sleigh. The frog creatures, bat things, things with tentacles, and other unspeakable horrors that had gathered to watch the Christmas show cheered. Some of the noises they made he couldn’t wholly perceive, but he knew he’d never forget them.

He heard Santa’s whip crack and he turned to watch the sleigh fly into the night. “Where do you think he’s going next?” He asked Peaseblossom.

The pixie shrugged. “I don’t know, Chile and Argentina, most like,” she replied.

Kevin listened to the sound of sleighbells fade into the distance. “That went okay, I guess.” He said to no one in particular.