Ezekiel the Elf

by Jon Moray

“Ezekiel, I have a special mission for you before Christmas,” Santa bellowed with a booming voice and bouncing eyebrows, seated in his office chair.

“Me, I am just an elf that marvels at all the other more able elves.”

“Ah, but you are the fastest, and the most compassionate. You are perfect for this mission.”

Santa went on to explain a new experiment that fused the naughty list with space aged technology. Ezekiel would wear special goggles that would navigate him to all of the homes of the kids that made that list. Red infrared blinking inside the tinted lens would alert Ezekiel precisely where to stop and message the name of the not so good kid. Ezekiel would also be equipped with a most unusual red and white striped candy cane the size of him. The most unusual attribute of this candy cane was the magic of turning an unsuspecting kid’s heart from bad to good, and all within the circular wave of the cane. The effect of the jovial thoughts lasted a few hours. If the kids remained good, they would find a special gift from Santa on Christmas morning.

Santa led Ezekiel outside to a single railed, shiny, red mini sled with a cast iron frame, the means in which Ezekiel would travel to complete his mission.

“Santa, this sled only has one rail. It defies gravity,” Ezekiel commented, scratching his sandy, brown hair under his cap.

“People say I defy gravity, but don’t understand the magic of giving,” Santa chuckled. “Now off you go, Ezekiel.”

Ezekiel carefully mounted the plush seat and found the goggles hanging from the red velvet handle bars. He massaged the grips as he acclimated to his new ride. He nervously turned the motion key and shyly tapped the pedal until he felt comfortable in the snow, with the single rail parting a white winter’s trail.

Suddenly, Ezekiel was heading toward the clear night sky, slicing through the cold winds and over the twinkling lit Earth. He was alerted to several regions and found the kids that were naughty. He stayed out of sight from them and waved his cane, with returning smiles. He continued his global mission to the west, growing more eager with each stop. Happiness entered the hearts of many with hopes of taking up residence. He completed the America’s when he got a transmission from Charles, the chief communications officer to Santa.

“Great job, Ezekiel. You have turned all of the kids to good. Every kid will get a gift from Santa…hold on. I am getting an update from my assistant. There is one left, Billy from the Bronx.”

“Billy from the Bronx? I waved my cane over him from a building rooftop.”

“I know, Ezekiel. It seems the spell wore off or had no effect.”

Ezekiel’s heart sunk. One kid not getting a gift was one too many, he lamented.

“I shall go back. I must try, with or without the cane’s magic,” Ezekiel announced.

Ezekiel made a sharp U-turn over the Atlantic Ocean and headed back toward a snow showered New York City. He soared over the Manhattan skyscrapers and sped towards the Bronx housing rooftop looking over an alley where Billy was pelting kids with snowballs. He hopped off the sled and peered over the parapet, cane in hand. He waved it feverishly without success. Billy pummeled each kid one by one. Ezekiel scaled down the fire escape and into the alley. Billy halted the snowball action and began yelling at Ezekiel.

“I saw you earlier from the rooftop, you green and red fairy. What were you doing with that big candy cane?” Billy grunted.

Ezekiel froze, and gulped audibly.          

“That’s a pretty sharp looking candy cane. Give it to me or you’ll get the same treatment these kids got,” Billy gritted, with balled fists. Ezekiel nodded his head from side to side, his body shaking uncontrollably. Billy stomped toward him.

“Wait,” Ezekiel pleaded. “Billy, these kids are just like you, yet they are good.”

“You don’t know me,” Billy shot back.

“Santa knows you, Billy. And Santa knows you have good in your heart. He sent me because he believes in you. Instead of beating on these kids, why not make friends with them? They would like to have you as their friend,” Ezekiel said softly.

Billy squinted at Ezekiel as if he were trying to read his mind, only to find pure sincerity in the elf’s green eyes. Sincerity too real to ignore. Billy’s softened his stance, rendering alternating glances at Ezekiel and the candy cane. Ezekiel extended his right hand. Billy surrendered and obliged the handshake gesture.

“Merry Christmas, Billy,” Ezekiel beamed.

One of the kids announced they were going to build a snowman and invited Billy to help. They wished Ezekiel a “Merry Christmas” and ran off to the park.

Ezekiel raced back to the North Pole and glided on the snow toward where Santa was preparing the sleigh.

As he pulled up, Santa gave a wave with a proud gleam in his eye.

“Ezekiel, wonderful job, right up to the last kid. I hear Billy from the Bronx was quite a challenge. Your heart changed his. Perhaps you didn’t need the candy cane after all, although Billy seemed to take a shine to it.”

Ezekiel humbly nodded.

“Speaking of Billy, where are the elves with his gift?”

Ezekiel began to make a dash to the toy shop to assist, when he was overcome with a sudden impulse. He reached into his sled and pulled out the candy cane.

“Santa, Billy’s gift is this candy cane. It is a symbol of our friendship and his good heart.”

Santa tearfully reached for the cane. “Your mission has ended, while mine is just beginning.”

“Off you go, Santa, and Merry Christmas,” Ezekiel exclaimed, as the other elves gathered to see St. Nick navigate the star filled sky.

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Writers Bio

Jon Moray has been writing short stories for over six years and his work has appeared in several online and print markets. When not working and being a devoted family man, he enjoys sports and the science fiction/fantasy genre. 

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