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Prologue
A chapter in the book The Twelve Nights Before Christmas
Twelve Nights Of Christmas
by Begin Again
At the very top of the world, snow whispered against the windows, and sleigh bells slept on their hooks.
The workshop was finally quiet. Wood shavings curled on the tables, and the cookie smell lingered in the halls.
Over the roofs, a single brave star winked--and the North Pole winked back.
Santa stepped onto the porch, his boots creaking softly in the snow. He lifted his eyes to that bright speck above the northern lights and smiled. "Still watching over us," he murmured.
Mrs. Claus joined him, tucking her arm through his. "That star always reminds me," Santa said gently, "of the night the world first learned goodwill."
"And every year," Mrs. Claus replied, "we pass that light along."
Inside, the fire glowed, and the clock ticked toward midnight. The elves had gone to bed; even the reindeer dreamed in their stalls.
Only one lantern stayed lit on Santa's desk, beside a mountain of letters.
Mr. Jingles peeked in from the hallway. "Is it time, sir?"
"It is," Santa said, smiling as he hung his red coat by the fire and settled into his big chair.
Some letters asked for dolls or trains. Some asked for snow.
But a few—Santa's favorites—held quieter wishes: courage, kindness, belonging, and hope.
"These are the ones for Dream Post," Mrs. Claus said, setting a mug of cocoa by his elbow.
Santa opened a blue envelope and read in a low, warm voice. When he finished, he touched the folded page to his heart.
"Sleep, my little one," he whispered. "Santa's letter is on its way."
Mr. Jingles took the note and hurried to the door. The North Wind bent low, a soft lullaby in her breath. Together, they lifted the letter until it shimmered into a flake of light and drifted into the sky.
Across forests and oceans, it would fly—into quiet rooms, onto gentle pillows—becoming a dream that carried a story and a small, shining truth.
And so, under a kindly star, the Twelve Nights Of Christmas began.
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I hope to self-publish my Christmas stories in time for Christmas, so forgive me for rushing the season.
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