Blogfestivus is a creative writing challenge issued by that clever elf Blogdramedy. Twelve days of 144-word stories based on the popular “Twelve Days of Christmas” song. Day Ten is “Ten Lords a Leaping”.
Tradition
They burst through the doors and into the massive hall. The Scourge of the North sat on his icy throne, surrounded by his deformed homunculi. The men leapt to battle.
The Scourge rose, sweeping his arm above his white mane and each man went crashing backwards into the walls – losing weapons and breaking bones. Striding forward, the Scourge swept his black-rimmed scarlet robe behind him and spoke:
“Heed me, Lords of Men. You live only to convey my message. Tell your peoples that every year, on the shortest day, they will dress their homes in garlands and lighted candles to honor me. Tell them to leave me tribute by the hearth. Tell them I will come unseen in the night and know.
And if I am displeased, I will devour their young.
Ensure that all generations perform these tasks.
For remember, I will come.”
Stevil 
Nice guy, that Scourge. I’ll be sure to leave out extra cookies.
I always try to err on the side of more cookies in everything I do.
Brilliant story line !!!
Sadly, I tried – for several years – eating the mince pies and drinking the whisky left out for the red-coated gentleman in the hope it would piss him off enough that he would devour the kids – but the bugger never did !
Thanks DuncanR!
This was one of the few days in this challenge that I knew what I wanted to do more than five minutes before I started writing. :)
Santa goes bananas! Genius plot, Steve. Now where is that chimney cap of mine……
Thanks Em! Myths and stories always come from somewhere… :)
Ah, myth always has a bit of truth to it. How nice of our ancestors to pass on the Disney version of the truth. Thanks for setting the history straight!
SS — no problem. True history is always a little messier than the polished version. :)
My children always knew the truth behind Santa. On their first visits to the old Scourge, before they were fed the commercial propaganda, they cried, screamed and tried to get away. And I, not knowing any better, said, “Don’t cry, or Santa won’t come to our house!”
Happily, my kids weren’t devoured. I suspect they kept weapons under the bed. :D
I think little kids are like dogs in that they’re supposed to sense danger than adults can no longer see. :)
So that’s how Santa gets his Grinch on…why are we only hearing about this now? :-)
Only two more to go. Only. Two.
BD — there are important people that try to shush the truth.
Final day tomorrow!
DSL — has it gone by quickly or seemed to have take forever? Or both?