Someone Stole The Spirit - Episode 24

"They say it's Tulsa out there", I say to the llama. "Tulsa, Oklakoma."

"So you bought some potato chips, dude?" the llama asks.

It is lying on the bed in a motel room waiting for me to come back from the store across the street.

"This is not Bromford, Bromford", the llama says.

"No it isn't", I answer. "But Bromford is waiting for us. I had the chance to call Kylie. She and Nigel are in the penthouse now decorating it for the holidays. They even bought a tree and they will hang lights all around the place."

"And how will we get there?" the llama asks. "Will we take a plane? Or the train?"

"I thought we could wait a while, you know", I say. "Maybe wait and see if another porthole opens and where it brings us. I have got the feeling that broken elevator is not done with us, yet."

Llama is eating the potato chips. I sit down next to it on the motel room bed.

After a while it says, "Do you think Santa Claus is a wizard? I mean, didn't you see how he magically turned the protagonist and the antagonist into reindeers?"

"Oh, he most definitely is a wizard. And I think he is a Timelord, too. That sleigh of his. Yes, now we know how he can be seemingly at all these places at the same time. It's because of traveling through the portholes. But how does he fit all the presents for all children of Earth into this one sleigh? The sleigh must be a TARDIS. Bigger on the inside, you know."

"I don't know how we finally got here", the animal says.

BING!

The sliding doors of our broken elevator are opening underneath us. And we are falling, almost flying into Christmas Eve.

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"Bromford"

Hope for me, I hope for you,
We're snowdrops falling through the night.

We'll melt away before we land,
Two teardrops for somebody's hand.

Follow me into just one more Spring.

Bromford, you're the end,
Gone and made me a child again.
Warmed my feet beneath cold sheets,
Dyed my hair with your sunny streets.

Children aren't afraid to love
And laugh when life amuses them.

And our love is an antique song
For children's carousels