Barry had always adored Christmas. His parents told him stories of Santa Claus and the elves and the reindeer. Barry soaked it all in and believed it with all his heart.
Barry lived on the colony planet, Stalya, 62.4 light years from Earth. Few children enjoyed the magic of Christmas. How could Santa make it all that way anyway? He had no FTL starship!
That Christmas, his parents finally admitted there was no Santa Claus.
It was late on Christmas Day and everyone else was asleep. Barry gazed sullenly at the snowy streets below. And then something landed on the roof!
Barry rushed downstairs and stopped before the figure entering their airlock.
Barry rushed forward and squeezed the jolly old elf tight. “Santa! How did you get here without an FTL starship?”
“Ho, ho, ho! Don’t be silly, Barry. I always could fly Faster Than Light. It’s how I delivered gifts to millions in one night.”
“Oh right, but you’re still a little late.”
“Sorry about that Barry. It is a long way and we had turn back once for something vital.”
“No.” He gestured to the sheepish-looking elf beside him. “Bobo here forgot the hot chocolate!”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/12/24/sunday-photo-fiction-december-24th-2017/
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!