De flesta av er har säkert läst Gaimans juldrapa tidigare, men den är
alltid värd att läsa igen:
Nicholas Was...
older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.
The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language,
but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted
incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the
factories.
Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless
Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the
world, leave one of the dwarves' invisible gifts by its bedside. The
children slept, frozen into time.
He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was
harsher.
Ho.
Ho.
Ho.
