Christmas in El Dorado, Part 1

Sarwan Moghamis (TheLorian)

El Dorado is like any other city. Skyscrapers, large crowds, traffic. I guess the only real difference is that people here aren’t your ordinary folks. Werewolves, elves, trolls, witches, merman, and way more live here.

I’m a werebeast myself, son of a werewolf and a beast. I currently live with my half-sister who’s both werewolf and elf. Also living with her fiancé who’s human but claims to be “five percent merman.” Christmas in our family usually involves screaming, threats, and law enforcement, but I guess this year is different. If I’m going to tell a Christmas story, I’m going to do it right.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, or Christmas Eve. This is the night where Santa Claus delivers gifts around the world. Who makes these gifts? Not elves, at least not anymore.

Now it’s time for a history lesson. To be fair, I was never fully awake during my world history class in high school, but this topic was actually interesting. So back in god knows when, elves were basically slaves. Santa needed people to build his gifts, so he bought them, but he wasn’t all that bad of a guy… who are we kidding? He was a horrible guy. He literally broke into people’s homes through their chimneys! The dude watched over children, only gave the nice kids gifts, and the naughty ones got coal. And don’t even get me started on those poor reindeer.

Anyway, Santa is of course being taken care of by armed forces. Elves are free. Some still live in the North Pole, but instead of a toy factory, it’s now a cute little town with all these museums and restaurants, but it’s cold as hell.

You’re probably wondering what Christmas is like now. Well, we still put up a tree, share gifts, watch classic movies like “How the Grinch Saved Christmas,” based on the autobiography written by the Grinch back when he was alive. Now, I’ve heard that guy was a delight.

My sister, being a half-elf, doesn’t actually care for this season. On top of the dark history of heritage, her dad passed away when she was a kid on Christmas Day. Our mom was desperate and married my father, which is how yours truly was born, but he walked out on us when I was thirteen. But this story isn’t about me, it’s about my sister.

Her extremely annoying fiancé is determined to gift her the best Christmas ever. I told the clueless chump that it’s just not going to happen, but after all she’s done for me, taking me in from rehab and making sure I don’t relapse on wolfsbane, the least I can do is give her a happy Christmas.

Her fiancé and I aren’t what you’d call… friends. You see, he’s a stuck-up know-it-all while I’m freer and more lovable. Working with him will be hard, but can you imagine how much my sister will do for me if this works? I could hold this over her forever!

To be continued…

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