The Christmas Prince
By Tyler and Joyelle Francke

My brother Jordan was jet-lagged last night, so this was what we did.
My brother Jordan was jet-lagged last night, so this was what we did.

Once upon a time, in the Land of Christmas, a prince was born. But this was no ordinary prince, oh no. For this prince was the most handsome, the most cheery, the most charming — indeed — the most princeliest of princes that ever there had been, such that he became known, simply, as The Christmas Prince.

But alas, all was not well in the Land of Christmas. For in that place there also dwelt the Evil Elf of Great Darkness.

And this.
And this.
And the Evil Elf loathed The Christmas Prince with a terrible loathing, envying him the great love which the people of the Land of Christmas bestowed upon him.

So, one terrible day, the Evil Elf came to The Christmas Prince in disguise and offered him a gift for his handsomeness: a delicious candy cane. Unbeknownst to the dear Prince, this was no ordinary candy cane. For, delicious though it was, it contained a terrible curse, and no sooner had the Prince’s fair tongue come to rest upon it, he was overtaken by a deep sleep.

My brother Jordan will not be very pleased with us.
My brother Jordan will not be very pleased with us.

Long The Christmas Prince didst slumber, and great was the mourning that the people of the Land of Christmas didst pour out. For try as they might to rouse him, doomed always to failure their labors seemed to be. And the brave men of the Land of Christmas despaired, and the fair ladies wept till the streets filled with their tears, and the dear children abandoned their games and merry-making, for nothing would wake the sweet Prince.

Until, one wondrous night, the Mother of the Prince came, and spake she did these words: “Hey, wake up. Wake up, Jordan. Wake up. Your brother and sister-in-law are going home. Wake up and say goodbye to them. Wake up.” And lo! Wake he did! And he grunted and groaned a most sweet grunting and groaning, as he mumbled in a tremulous voice, “Bye. G’night.”

And the rejoicing was great in the Land of Christmas. And smote the Evil Elf they did upon the mountainside. And they lived happily ever after.

The end.

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