King’s Day

Prior story.

When they opened the midnight gate, all the travelers and all the town rushed in, bringing with them all their foods and decorations and presents.

The Tree Son was beside himself with joy. It was his familiar winter land, but changed. The Tree Father was there with a jolly laugh, handing out presents for all.

When they passed through the gate, the dumb animals—the donkey, the monkey, and the turkey cock—first were able to speak and then transformed into men.

They said they were the wisest men in the world, and by their arts had learned that they only way they could become wiser is if they became foolish.

The Tree Son used the fire within to light campfires and hearthfires throughout the Christmas land. Beautiful fires that warmed and embraced, unlike the fires of the troll. The Starwife shone on icicles which shone back at her. They continued to shine when she had moved on. Each child and each creature used their talents together. They danced and sang carols.

At last they came to the edge of the winter land. They looked across the icy plain to where the mountains had been where they met the Godchild, before he went to sleep there and the mountains were veiled. The Tree Son held the Starwife up above his head. She shone brightly. A path shone across the ice. The light pierced the mists. They say the mountains once more. The Godchild woke up and came skipping down the path to play with them once more.

Thanks for reading.  This is the concluding episode.   I will try to include  links so you can follow, but if not please  use the Christmas Fairytale tag at the end of this post.  You can also use the Merry Christmas page on the header bar above to find other writings.  It will be up for a day or two, then it will be gone until next year.  Merry Christmas, friends.