Remembering to Believe: The Christmas Dragon: Part 9
December 29, 2017
A wonderful holiday story about saving Christmas from the memories and imagination of Joe Broadmeadow.
It was hard to think. Elves and reindeer stared at me. Max leaned against the wall, following me with his eyes as I paced the room. He had this look of anticipation on his face like any moment I would announce I knew how to escape.
No matter how much I paced back and forth, Max still had the look of certainty.
I, on the other hand, was filled with doubt. If we could fly, Max and I might blast our way out. His fire-breathing talents had toasted trees in the woods around my house, but we had never tested full power. The problem was in here, there was no room to fly.
One of the Elves came over to me. He appeared older than the others although it’s hard to tell with Elves, they all look mostly the same.
“Joe, can I ask you something?” he said, hands folded in front of him.
I stopped pacing and looked at him. “Sure, what is it?”
The Elf glanced around as the others gathered behind him. “We are here because, well, some of us started to wonder what happened to the spirit of Christmas. When the reindeer disappeared, we worried it meant the end of Christmas. It seemed that all over the world people had forgotten about us.”
A small tear trickled from his eye, zigzagging down the lines of his face. “The Ice Queen used that against us, and we ended up here. What I…” he waved his hand around, “what we all want to know is, how did she trick you here? Don’t you still believe in Christmas? Because if someone like you no longer believes, maybe the Ice Queen is right.”
I studied all the anxious faces. Each of them waiting for what I would say. Me, a ten-and-a-half-year-old boy. I thought for a moment. I knew whatever I said would affect how things worked out.
“Yes, I still believe. I came here because it’s what Max and I have practiced for, knowing this day would come. I came because we are a team and we must save Christmas. I came here because it is the right thing to do, no matter how scared I am of the Ice Queen. So yes, I believe.”
As the words came out of my mouth, a small piece of rock fell from the wall. No one saw it except Max and me.
Max stood and smiled. The cave brightened ever so slightly.
It was then I knew. I knew how we could save Christmas.