The Christmas Magic War
Santa Vs Aliens
It all began, one Christmas Eve, with intel gathered from an alien empire's chief scout.
“So you are saying the most magical being on this planet is this….Santa Claus?” the alien asked, making notes on his cyber-pad. He was disguised in a huge coat although his exo-skelaton glowed through, cold electric blue.
“Yes,” said the child floating in front of him, “can I go home now?”
“Not just yet. Can you tell me… where he lives?”
The sun twinkled down on the snow making it shine like frosted glass. There was also light from the armada of spaceships in the sky.
Elves looked up from their wanderings near the snow. “This does not look good,” said one.
“What, my snowman?”
“No, Larry, the warships in the sky.”
“Oh… my snowman alright though, right?”
“Santa,” said Elf No.1 to him, as he sat at his working desk with many lists.
“What is it?”
“We’re being attacked, sir.”
“Again?” said Santa, snatching his shotgun from under the table, “is it those goblins once more?”
“No sir. It’s aliens.”
“Oh. From which planet?”
“Don’t know sir. But here’s the thing. They’re magic!”
“Oh,” Santa said, eyes narrowing. “Those.”
The night had turned dark and the stars were out, some of them obscured by the spaceships. The fields of snow soon were another colour, and let's just say it wasn’t green.
Elves and aliens battled with their magic, the very sky itself crackling with chaos.
A projection shot in the sky, of one of the blue aliens, and he said “I am the emperor of the Magickal. I call to your emperor, the grand red one. We seek to harvest your magic. Be present, or more of your civilians will not be spared.”
The image exploded in golden light.
“Santa!” The elves cried out as they saw their beloved leader arrive. He was raising a staff of stars in the air, standing on the sleigh pulled by the reindeer that was in full battle armour.
Santa stepped out from his sleigh, walking past the snow fields of his fallen comrades. He then stood underneath a gigantic spaceship and raised his star wand. “You want a bit of Christmas magic?” his hands sparkled gold, “then you shall have it.”
He shot his magic up into the ship, causing it to explode. Santa was shot back in the blast. After darkness, light again. He stood up and made his way through the debris of war.
Shining blue, was what Santa knew, was the Emporer of the aliens. “We wanted to take your magic with the least resistance. Look at the consequences you have wrought.”
“As snow falls,” said Santa, feeling his Christmas magic in his hand thrive, “so shall you.”
They battled on the snowfield, two leaders of their domain. Sparks of light, magic and just that bit of insanity. After several blasts Santa dominated and shot his magic at the alien, causing him to fly headfirst into the snow.
Santa stood over him. He raised his fists. He then opened his hand and touched the aliens wobbling head. He saw…
“Where are we going?” asked Elf No.1 beside Santa in his sleigh that Christmas night, “we have already delivered the children's presents.”
“Yes, the children of earth’s presents — ”
“What do you mean?”
Santa smiled, “When I connected with the emporer's mind I saw the young of their world’s empty stockings. And with peace declared over this little misunderstanding, I thought I’d use the magic they had gifted me as a sign of peace, to power me to their planet. After all, it is not only Earth’s children who deserve a Father Christmas.”
The elf smiled. The reindeer pulled the sleigh upward, through the stars of the night and closer to them, Santa saying, “Goodwill to all men, and aliens!”
