Xmas story - The baby & The Sorcerers

I was given an idea by @Drdonelittle and just ran with it. This story would need polishing if I were to do anything more with it, but I'm happy to let is stand as-is and have no desire to tinker with it further. Feedback is encouraged!


It was a cold, cold night when Mary & Joseph arrived in town. The wind kicking up flurries of snow drove them toward the only dwelling that was lit. One lone candle shown through the window of the inn, making the snow at their feet glow as they knocked on the half-frozen door. The hinges creaked and the door opened just far enough for the innkeeper to peer at them through the crack. He eyed their tattered clothes and Mary‘s swollen stomach. “We’ve no room here. Not for the likes of you,” the man sneered, just before slamming the door in their faces.

From around the building came the sound of hooves stamping and cattle lowing. Joseph lead Mary toward the sound, and as he pushed though the doorway the relief from the piercing wind was instant. Joseph let out a sigh of relief at the relative comfort, just as Mary let out a shriek. “My baby! It’s coming!” Joseph quickly made a bed in the hay and lay her down as gently as possible as she panted and moaned in pain. Though he knew the child was not his, he loved Mary so much that handle her carefully, as though she were made of spun glass.

While Mary was birthing the child, far, far away three sorcerers saw an oddly shaped star lighting the sky in the distance. Being the curious sort, they set out to find the origin of this star. The night was bitter cold, but they felt drawn to the same city where Mary was now nursing her new born babe in the manger if the inhospitable inn. The arrived at the door just as the star winked out. They took this as a sign that they had arrived at their destination, and pushed through the doors to see a tired looking Mary, and proud Joseph.

“What is this? A baby sleeping in the hay?” they inquired. They were all so shocked to see the wrinkly messy new born baby that they decided to cast a spell to make him more presentable. One gifted him with a warm red fur coat with white fur around the collar, and cuffs. “This coat shall grow with the boy and fit him all of his days.” The second wise man, being more concerned with appearances, cast a spell that whisked away the mess of the birthing, and left the baby with a permanent smile on his rosy-cheeked face, and a little round belly. The next, being a jolly sort, endowed the baby with a generous nature, and cheerful disposition.

Through the years, as the child grew he started to show tremendous aptitude for having people love him, especially children. By the time he reached adulthood he was known for his extraordinary ability to make toys out of very little material. He acknowledged that his gift for craftsmanship was something he must not be selfish with, and he must share with everyone he could.

His ambition eventually became too small for his quiet home town, and he decided to make a journey to find the perfect place to set up his workshop. He traveled for miles and miles, over seemingly endless snowscapes, accompanied only by the reindeer pulling his sleigh, before he stumbled upon his new home.

He felt the magic an instant before his eye spied the little white pole with it’s glittery silver tip. He pulled up next to the pole, and could here the hum of many little voices far beneath his feet. Just as he reached out for the pole, the ground started to shake and tremble! Right before his eyes a staircase appeared and one by one tiny little people with pointy ears danced up the stairwell. “You’re here! You’re here!” they cried. “We knew you’d come!” “The sorcerers told us about you!” “Come see your new shop!” The air around him literally shook with the combined voices of the excited elves.

They lead him down the stairs and deep underground, stopping finally at two tremendous doors. The doors swung open to reveal many additional elves working with their tiny tools to create various kinds of toys and trinkets. As he looked around at his new domain, he knew that his dreams of being able to supply toys to every boy and girl on earth was now within his grasp. He was home.