🛷 The First Sleigh Delivery
The winter of 1509 came hard and early to Christmas Island.
The plains of Evela were already buried under heavy snows by early December, and the frozen forests creaked under the weight of ice.
Santa — then still called simply Neik Klass — stood outside his workshop at the heart of his tiny village, watching the wind bite across the tundra.
Beside him, stamping their hooves in the swirling snow, stood his eight reindeer: Brisket, Frostmane, Hearth, Thistle, Mirth, Beryl, Tundra, and Solace.
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Taking To the Trail
Their breath steamed like plumes in the freezing air. Their simple harnesses were woven from frostvine and early enchanted silver bells — not for flight, but for rhythm and spirit.
The sleigh was heavy — laden with toys, warm blankets, candles, and baskets of sweet preserved fruits for the human settlers of Dromstad, Anslo, and Rostlic.
Neik Klass knew he and the elves couldn’t carry it all alone anymore, as he had the previous Christmas. The reindeer were his only chance.
He clambered aboard, cracked the reins gently, and called out:
"Onward, my friends! Tonight we travel for joy!"
❄️ The Journey
The sleigh glided across the snow, pulled by the tireless reindeer, but every mile was hard-won: through drifts as high as fences, where the elves had to jump down and dig paths with enchanted shovels; over frozen rivers, where Frostmane led carefully, sensing the strength of the ice; past groves of black trees, where the cold was so deep even the owls had fallen silent; and facing howling blizzards, where Solace kept the herd calm with his steady presence. The elves sang songs to keep up their spirits. Santa hummed under his breath, old tunes from the homeland he had left behind.
Through the Wilderness
❄️ Deliveries
They first reached Dromstad, a small village of stone cottages clustered on the west side of Tindon Inlet. Santa and his elves left the gifts quietly, tucking bundles of warmth and wonder into the doorways and windowsills.
No one saw them — not yet — but in the morning, the villagers would awaken to mystery, hope, and magic they had never known before.
Then came Anslo, positioned on the east side of Tindon Inlet. Here, the journey grew even harder — a narrow gorge nearly overturned the sleigh, and it was Brisket’s sheer strength that saved them, dragging the sleigh clear by sheer will.
Finally, they reached Rostlic, the smallest and newest village, deep in the eastern forest, and overlooked a small lake. Here a few lonely lanterns burned against the night. In Rostic, the snow was deepest, and the reindeer nearly faltered — until Mirth, the cheeriest of them all, broke into a joyful gallop, lifting the whole team’s spirits for the final push.
🌟 The Return
Exhausted but triumphant, Neik Klass and his companions returned to their hidden village just before dawn — as the first green glimmer of the northern lights spilled across the horizon.
The sleigh runners were caked with ice, the reindeer’s sides heaved with the effort, and the elves’ boots were soaked through with melted snow — but all of them were beaming.
Santa leaned down from the sleigh, patting each reindeer on the neck one by one, whispering soft thanks in the old tongue of wonder and winter:
"Well done, my brave ones. You have made the world a little brighter tonight."
The elves hurried to warm up the tired reindeer, brushing out their fur and wrapping them in thick cloaks that shimmered with stored warmth.
Great Hall
Celebration
That night, the entire North Pole village gathered in the Great Hearth Hall.
They shared a simple feast of roasted chestnuts, cloudberry preserves, and honeyed apples, while the fire crackled merrily.
Above them, high on the rafters, the first Silver Bell ever earned by a reindeer team was hung — not as a trophy, but as a reminder:
"With endurance and kindness, even the farthest roads can be crossed."
Outside, as the feast continued, the winds calmed, and the aurora danced silently across the sky — as if the very stars themselves had recognized the birth of something wondrous.
Thus, the tradition of Christmas Delivery was truly born — not yet with flight, not yet for the wider world, but already burning with a flame that would one day shine across the entire Earth.
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