It's Marie-Noël Claus's first Christmas tour, and it will be an unforgettable ride when she accidentally bumps into Balthazar Krampus.
Santa's daughter meeting Krampus's son. A delicate snowflake meeting a dangerous fire.
You know this forbidden col...
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This short story is inspired by the French song in the header, which is about Santa's daughter and the son of Père Fouettard (a European Krampus who basically whips naughty kids lol)
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"Yes, Nicholas, I will. Don't worry, I know it's my first time, but I've practiced enough." I sigh through the candy cane. "You'll be the ones to make me mess it up if every member of this family calls me every two minutes! Don't you have a job to do? Because I do!"
My eyes travel automatically to the large house, or should I say mansion, standing proudly in front of me as the fresh coat of snow and fairy lights are highlighting its grandeur into the night.
"Okay, okay, but if there's any bump on the road, call me."
"Yes, I know you're the expert in 'bumps on the road'," I tease him, quickly adding a 'love you' because, in this family, my dry humor always passes better with some sweetness.
"Love you too, little sis, and be careful. Stay away from Balta–" The warning tone in his voice gets lost in the silence around as I hang up the cane-phone, throwing it in my sack.
"What? We'll still be here on the 26th if I listen to his recommendations," I justify in front of Cookie's blinking eyes.
Yes, I know Cookie is not really original for a reindeer, but when you're the youngest child of the Claus family, there isn't much choice left. Besides, don't be fooled by her sweet name; she is fierce, stubborn, and hard to convince.
"I've already heard these recommendations a million times, and I've learned them by heart: stay away from Balthazar, Krampus, any human eyes, and security camera..." I recite while grabbing my rolled list, throwing the sack over my shoulder, and offering Cookie a determinate smile and of course, a carrot. "I'm ready."
