User blog:SupremeInferno/WWYD Response 1

You are babysitting some goblins when you suddenly hear a gasp followed by uncontrollable crying. Before you can react the youngest goblin comes bawling into the room you were siting in. She sobs before yelling "my sisters are lying! Santa is real! He has to be!" Before whimpering "right?"

What do you do? 

"Oh, Santa is definitely real," I say to the goblin. "In fact, I had the honor of meeting the guy face to face, though it wasn't for long."

The goblin calms down a little and wipes some of her tears away. "Really?"

I nod and give a sincere smile. "Here, take a seat." I pat the spot on the couch next to me. "I'll tell you the full story of how I met Santa in person." The goblin cheers up and excitedly sits next to me. I then go on to tell my tale.

It was the start of December, just five days ago, when I was heading over to the Mist Continent. While making my high-speed flight there, I caught a glimpse of something shiny and gold falling from the sky. I stopped to catch it and saw that it was a bell. It's not every day you find a bell in the sky, and it's certainly not every day you find one with traces of a joyous aura around it. Curious, I familiarized myself with this aura and used it to track down the owner, like a bloodhound tracking someone's scent. The trail lead me all over the world, but I noted that everywhere it lead me, children's homes could be found, whether they be human, monster, or even elven. I wasn't born yesterday, so I had a good idea who this bell belonged to.

My search took me to the North Pole. There was nothing there, only snow, ice and rock for miles; however, thanks to my superhuman sight I was able to catch a glimpse of a blur of something moving at speeds the naked eye couldn't possibly detect. With it was the sound of bells. As quickly as I saw it, it vanished; however, rather than disappear from all sight, it disappeared into a portal that I was certain lead to another dimension. The portal was quick to close, but spatial remnants still lingered. I used those remnants to reopen the portal and follow the blur to its destination. Sure enough, I was taken to another dimension: a town in an eternal winter, with a giant Christmas tree in the center, unusual dwarves and living snowmen as its residents, and the big building being Santa's workshop.

"What?! Santa lives in another dimension?" The goblin girl exclaims in shock. Her three sisters, who are outside the door and eavesdropping, are in shock too, but retain their doubts. Still, they curiously listen.

"Yes," I confirm with a nod, "and I later confirmed this. Naturally the citizens were shocked to see a human there, but I stated that my only purpose was to return a bell. Afterwards, I'd be leaving." I continue telling the story...

I'm soon escorted to Santa's workshop, where I'm able to meet the big man in red himself, Santa Claus. As expected, he was jolly and had a heart of gold, but he was also observant to the point where he knew what kind of person I was, all down to the smallest of details. His eyes missed nothing. Still, just being in his presence made me feel happier than normal, as if he was radiating with that holiday joy. I returned the bell to him. The bell was lost during a practice lap around the world. It was loose and fell off the side of his sleigh. Santa was going to have a new one made, but he was glad to see the bell safe and sound. As thanks for my diligence and good work, he gave me both a tour of the workshop and later a souvenir. I thanked him for his kindness and the gift. It wasn't easy leaving, but I'm a man of my word. After returning the bell, I would be on my way, and so I was.

"The end," I finish my story.

All goblin girls are silent, mouths hung open and eyes wide. "That..." the girl next to me breaks the silence, "was awesome! I knew Santa was real! I knew it! What was his shop like? Did you get to see the reindeer? How big was the town?" Rather than being full of tears, the young goblin is now full of questions.

Suddenly, one of the older sisters comes into the room. "Okay, that story is too...weird to be true! Santa can't-" she's cut off mid-sentence when she catch's sight of something in my hand. "What...is that?" The other two come in and are also surprised.

In my hand is a small gift box, masterfully wrapped in red paper decorated with a Christmas tree and snow pattern. There's a bow on top and a note attached. "From: Santa Claus," I read, "To: a good young man." I look at the youngest goblin and hand her the gift. "From: Raymond Brock; to: a good girl who shouldn't stop believing. It's all yours, kid. Open it."

The goblins all stare in awe at the present. The youngest girl excitedly rips it open, leaving just the note and the fancy, white bow on top in one piece. She opens the small box that was inside to find a silver bell with a gold SC on it. The bell is part of a necklace made with red string. The gift came with another small note: twirl clockwise to decorate, twirl counter-clockwise to clean up. Curious, the goblin takes the necklace by the string and twirls the necklace clockwise. Though the bell rings and sounds like an ordinary bell, golden magic waves are emitted from the bell and spreads over the whole living room. In its wake, it leaves Christmas decorations: lights, wreaths, ordinary silver bells, a decorated Christmas tree, socks hung over a fireplace, and so on. The waves fade and leave the room beautifully decorated.

The girls all look around the room in amazement. "Okay, this is cool. I believe in Santa," the second oldest sister says.

<p class="MsoNormal">"Yeah, how could you not?! This is, like, too real not to believe!" The second youngest chimes in.

<p class="MsoNormal">The youngest turns to the oldest sister. "See? I told you Santa was real!" She grinned.

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<p class="MsoNormal">The oldest sister groaned, but smiled and took defeat like a good sport. "Okay, I take back what I said. Santa Claus is real." She went to the couch and sat beside her youngest sister. "I'm sorry for saying all that stuff about Santa and making you cry." For a child—at least a child by goblin standards—she was handling things quite maturely. I give the oldest a nod of approval. The two sisters hug it out and the three older sisters are forgiven.