In the twinkling of an eye, Mr. Majeik

Jody, still clad in the red suit of Santa, looked down at the school uniform her father held out to her. It was a stark contrast to the magical attire she now wore. Her father’s eyes were tired, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I think it’s time for a bit of normalcy, Jody,” he said with a soft chuckle. “Enough of Santa for now.”

“But Dad,” Jody protested, “the magic, the adventure—”adventure—”

Her father interrupted, placing a finger on her lips. “There’s magic in the everyday, too, Jody. In every lesson learned, in every challenge faced at school. And who’s to say Santa can’t be a brilliant student as well?”

Jody’s eyes danced with a mix of emotions. She understood her father’s words, the subtle wisdom hidden within. She slipped out of Santa’s suit and into her school uniform, feeling the fabric of reality shift around her. She was no longer just Jody or just Santa; she was a blend of both, a keeper of wonders both ordinary and extraordinary.

As she adjusted her tie, her father added, “And remember, the spirit of Santa is not bound he is gone to Lapland said mr potter now off to the thertre and no more talk of Santa then Jody said crying