The Christmas Legacy
MG holiday story
Kristopher Nicholas Kringle suffers under the weight of primogeniture--thirty nine generations of it, to be precise. The thought of stepping into the black boots and red suit of Santa Claus is just too much for this twelve-year-old to bear. How can he reward the good children of Earth when he can't go one day without harassing his sisters?
When his troublemaking goes too far, Kris runs away with the help of a young reindeer in a similar plight. In Barbados, Kris and Desiree Cupid hope to find a respite from responsibility and birthright. But just when they decide that running from their troubles isn't the solution, they fall into the hands of a man who holds a grudge against Kris's father, and running away suddenly takes on much more dire consequences.
First 150 words:
"Kristopher Nicholas Kringle, you come here this minute!"
"I didn't do it!"
Mrs. Claus glared at her son across the ink-stained rug. Elves scrambled around them, frantically decorating the Yule Ballroom for the evening's Feast of St. Nicholas. The young boy squirmed under his mother's frown.
"Well?" she asked.
"That was already there!"
"Young man, this rug has been part of the Kringle family for centuries, and this ink-stain most certainly was not here before."
"Um..." Before he had a chance to invent another excuse, an ear-piercing shriek echoed through the castle.
Noelle Kringle ran into the ballroom, scattering elves in her wake. Water dripped from the towel wrapped around her hair. "Mother!" she repeated.
"Not now, Noelle, I'm speaking with your brother--"
"But look what he did to my hair!" she screeched. She removed the towel from her head, exposing a mane of bright green hair.