Greetings from the North Pole, Part XIV

Christmas 2016

My dearest children,

Joy and Peace to you on the Feast of the Incarnation! It is a Wonder that, in a world of glitz and gadgets, a lone candle burning bright can still draw our gaze, and the mystery of the Babe in the Manger can still make the most restless heart skip a beat. Such is the power of Our Lord, which exceeds even St. Nick’s.

And what Child is this, whose curiosity about All Things Christmas has yielded not one, not two, but four Questions this year—and two of which I’ve never answered before for your family! Lovely Miss Lily, you have at last arrived at the age at which the Magic of the Season bubbles over and colors everything it touches a bright red and deep green. I shall do my best to answer, and may Santa find no fault in my explanations.

You only actually wrote down two of your questions, and the first is the hardest: Does Rudolph really guide Santa’s sled? Your Dad believed so when he was young and was almost ready to come to blows over this question, so I do not take it lightly! But you should know that parts of this Tale are debated even here at the North Pole!

The short answer is No: the young buck called Rudolf (technically a bull, not a buck) lived many years ago, but has long since died and gone back to grass. He would be an Old Deer, indeed, were he still pulling the sleigh today! Others have since taken his place, as they have for Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, et al—but all of this, of course, is lost to your world in the Timelessness of Christmas!

Was there ever a Rudolf? Certainly!—and all elves agree that one dismal, damp, and gray Christmas Eve long ago, when visibility was almost zero and navigation nearly impossible, this particular reindeer manifested a peculiar light from his snout, which pierced the gloom so that the other Reindeer and the Man in Red could find their way. Being quite young and not full-grown, he was not among the Eight planned to pull that night, but was added at the front by our harness-maker, Theodore Doubletree, who had his work cut out for him making a collar and harness on short notice. (Hence the shorter spelling of Rudolf, with an F instead of a PH—no one had ever written the name until old Tuggs hurriedly stamped it in leather!)

But according to Rangifer Deervermer, Santa’s original herdmaster, he was not an outcast as the Song and Film suggest. He was indeed the most playful of reindeer—strangely fond of games, in fact—and as a young deer would chase and kick a red ball all around the yard and encourage the other reindeer calves to do the same! And he was always drawn to light—Christmas lights, lanterns, candle-light, fire—you name it, he was there at a run. So it made sense that, when this sort of Miracle was needed, Rudolf would be the one to deliver!

This story might raise a final question: was he born with a glowing red nose? This, my dear children, I cannot answer precisely. Some say his nose always glowed—they swear to have seen it!—while others claim it was the work of the Miracle Corps on that particular Christmas. Old Jiffy (Rangifer, that is) won’t say, and neither will Buoyancy Castor, whose incantations are responsible for getting our reindeer off the ground. Both wisely say that there is no explaining Miracles, or they wouldn’t be Miracles!—and both hint that if a glowing nose is needed, whether to help Kris Kringle see or to help a child believe—it will be provided. So if you see a red glow in the sky some Christmas Eve, it may well be your very own Rudolf, come to visit!

Onward, then! Your second question, Miss Lillian, was, Does Santa have a telephone? In a word, no—at least, not one he regularly uses or that children like yourself may call. However, there are many phone lines (like the one you’ve no doubt heard about on your Father’s radio) by which we elves and Father Christmas gather information about the wants and needs of children like Yourself—so phone calls to our many “Santas” in your world certainly help the real Gift-Bringer know what to bring!

Your final two questions, Little One, were spoken, not written—and have been answered by me in past letters. You asked how Santa gets into people’s houses, and how we know what your Questions are. I will give you the quick answers, and leave the longer explanations for Master Brendan to look up in past letters. St. Nicholas goes where he wills, in whatever form is required: a tall and saintly bishop, a plump and fur-clad toymaker, a wisp of Christmas Spirit swirling on a winter breeze. Doors and locks are no obstacle for him—a chimney, a vent, or even a keyhole is as good as a doorway if he wishes to enter! And Santa has an entire Corps of elfin Watchers, whose sole job is to keep an eye on children and families and track their behavior, questions, and needs. They never miss a trick, those Watchers, so always be on your Best Behavior!

And you have! Once again, the entire Thorp Gang has been nothing short of a Joy and Pleasure to behold this year—oh, each of you have had your Moments when the sweetness of Life seems sour and you spit it back at each other or your Parents. But you are only Human, after all, and even we Elves bicker at times! Master B, it is as your Father says: the University in Bismarck is magnifying the best in you, and diminishing the worst. Let Monsignor and Company continue their work! Master Gabriel, know that Fr. Lamplighter and all the Sisters of Our Lady of Perpetual Winter are praying for your vocation, whether priest or husband—and asked me remind you that God wills only the Good for you. (Remember that, when young Master Trevor passes you in height!) Miss Emma and Master T: do continue to make Music and raise a Joyful Noise unto the Lord—I have no doubt He loves it, as do we Elves, when we tune in!—and continue to spread joy and laughter wherever you go. Both are in short supply in this tilted World!

Finally, Miss Lillian: thank you, Dear One, for sharing your tremendous Christmas Spirit with those around you—both as a five-year-old Lover of Santa and Presents and as the Virgin Mary in your Christmas Play the other night. Always remember that even St. Nicholas kneels before the Babe in the Manger—this Great Day marks the birth of Our Lord Jesus Christ, and no gift is greater than He!

Merry Christmas, my friends, and a very Happy New Year!

Yours Still and Always,

Quill