Interesting, in that neither ‘Santa’ nor ‘Clause’ means nor indicates ‘kingdom any other title.Santa from sanctuary, ’holy,’ and claus from Nicholas, or Ni-claus
The snow demons had come like a bitter wind, tearing through the North Pole with claws of ice and eyes of pale fire. They sought nothing but destruction, their howls like the wails of the hopeless. For generations, the elves had lived in quiet fear, their songs drowned by the weight of an unrelenting winter. Yet, among them rose a man of warmth, a man whose laughter could thaw the coldest heart: Kris Kringle.
He was no ordinary man, though he’d never boast of it. He had come to the North Pole not as a conqueror, but as a wanderer, finding purpose among the elves who adopted him as one of their own. It was their trust that called him to action, their faith that forged him into a leader. Together, they built defenses, not of steel, but of unity. Side by side, elf and man stood against the icy tide, wielding not swords but the will to survive.
The battle was fierce, the air thick with frost and fury, but when the final demon fell, a hush swept over the North Pole. The victory wasn’t merely against the snow demons—it was for the hope of brighter days. Around the crackling fire, elves and Kringle alike shared bread, laughter, and stories of courage. And it was in this moment of unity that a prophecy was remembered: a white-haired man would lead them into an age of joy and plenty.
It was Kris himself who declared the future. With his battered hands, he wrote the first names into what he called “The Great Book.” For the good-hearted—the kind, the giving—he vowed gifts of joy and light, a celebration of their goodness. For the wicked—the cruel, the greedy—he reserved a darker fate, entrusting their reckoning to Krampus, the shadow to his light.
And so it began, not as a tradition, but as a promise. The North Pole thrived under the kindness of Kris Kringle, Santa Claus to the world. He brought not just presents, but a balance to the scales of the world, ensuring that even in the darkest winter, hope would always find its way.
mccollunsky about 24 hours ago
Guess they had their own Santa clause in their prophecies.
Ida No about 24 hours ago
Wasn’t that a Rudyard Kipling story?
ClaytonEmery1 about 17 hours ago
The elves even have the Prophecy Board all ready to go behind a curtain.
Ellis97 about 16 hours ago
Ah, the old ancient prophecy maneuver.
kaystari Premium Member about 16 hours ago
Interesting, in that neither ‘Santa’ nor ‘Clause’ means nor indicates ‘kingdom any other title.Santa from sanctuary, ’holy,’ and claus from Nicholas, or Ni-claus
kaystari Premium Member about 16 hours ago
Hit enter while trying to fix that,Ni-co-lause.
Crandlemire about 15 hours ago
The snow demons had come like a bitter wind, tearing through the North Pole with claws of ice and eyes of pale fire. They sought nothing but destruction, their howls like the wails of the hopeless. For generations, the elves had lived in quiet fear, their songs drowned by the weight of an unrelenting winter. Yet, among them rose a man of warmth, a man whose laughter could thaw the coldest heart: Kris Kringle.
He was no ordinary man, though he’d never boast of it. He had come to the North Pole not as a conqueror, but as a wanderer, finding purpose among the elves who adopted him as one of their own. It was their trust that called him to action, their faith that forged him into a leader. Together, they built defenses, not of steel, but of unity. Side by side, elf and man stood against the icy tide, wielding not swords but the will to survive.
The battle was fierce, the air thick with frost and fury, but when the final demon fell, a hush swept over the North Pole. The victory wasn’t merely against the snow demons—it was for the hope of brighter days. Around the crackling fire, elves and Kringle alike shared bread, laughter, and stories of courage. And it was in this moment of unity that a prophecy was remembered: a white-haired man would lead them into an age of joy and plenty.
It was Kris himself who declared the future. With his battered hands, he wrote the first names into what he called “The Great Book.” For the good-hearted—the kind, the giving—he vowed gifts of joy and light, a celebration of their goodness. For the wicked—the cruel, the greedy—he reserved a darker fate, entrusting their reckoning to Krampus, the shadow to his light.
And so it began, not as a tradition, but as a promise. The North Pole thrived under the kindness of Kris Kringle, Santa Claus to the world. He brought not just presents, but a balance to the scales of the world, ensuring that even in the darkest winter, hope would always find its way.
doctorwho29 about 13 hours ago
This sounds a little like “Santa Claus: The Movie”
6turtle9 about 11 hours ago
Can’t wait to see how Mrs. Claus and the douchbag son is woven into this story.
markkahler52 about 10 hours ago
Then, Santa met Trump…
ComicKing456 Premium Member about 7 hours ago
Where do elves get a prophecy from?
Strawberry King about 4 hours ago
It’s your destiny.