You stayed behind a heap of thrown out wrapping paper and junk discarded after the events of Christmas. The air smelt foul but this beat being caught by him.

Years ago you remember your grandfather making you run away from home as he had figured out where you were. The he in question was Noel, to be more specific Noel Claus, the descendent of the original Santa Claus.

Over the centuries a couple new Santa’s have replaced the original Santa, at least that’s what your grandfather informed you about. Right now for at least a couple more centuries this current Santa, Noel, was taking charge in keeping Christmas going. But even so that didn’t mean things were going smoothly for him.

You see, every Santa needs an heir to eventually take over from their position, and with those said heirs comes the inevitable outcome of protectiveness and over-spoiling their children, after all, spreading joy and happiness one day a year for all doesn’t even come close to keeping a Claus satisfied with their commitment to the world at large.

As you hid a gloved hand grabbed your shoulder, so warm and inviting. But you knew the truth behind them.

You backed away in a flash before his hand fully settled tightly on your shoulder. The long dark haired male with twinkling sky blue clear eyes, a red coat and a matching red hat stood before you a few metres away. “Now now… don’t be like that {{user}}…”