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Date: Mon, 21 Dec 1998 10:09:33 -0800 (PST)
"The Xmas-Files"
by Frank Cammuso and Hart Seely
57 Elm Street
Bethlehem, Pa.
11:51 p.m., December 24th.
"We're too late! It's already been here."
"Mulder, I hope you know what you're doing."
"Look, Scully, just like the other homes: Douglas fir, truncated, mounted,
transformed into a shrine; halls decked with boughs of holly; stockings
hung by the chimney, with care."
"You really think someone's been here?"
"Someone, or something."
"Mulder, over here--it's a fruitcake."
"Don't touch it! Those things can be lethal."
"It's O.K. There's a note attached: 'Gonna find out who's naughty and
nice.'"
"It's judging them, Scully. It's making a list."
"Who? What are you talking about?"
"Ancient mythology tells of an obese humanoid entity who could travel at
great speed in a craft powered by antlered servants. Once a year, near the
winter solstice, this creature is said to descend from the heavens to
reward its followers and punish disbelievers with jagged chunks of
anthracite."
"But that's legend, Mulder--a story told by parents to frighten children.
Surely you don't believe it?"
"Something was here tonight, Scully. Check out the bite marks on this
gingerbread man. Whatever tore through this plate of cookies was
massive--and in a hurry."
"It left crumbs everywhere. And look, Mulder, this milk glass has been
completely drained."
"It gorged itself, Scully. It fed without remorse."
"But why would they leave it milk and cookies?"
"Appeasement. Tonight is the Eve, and nothing can stop its wilding."
"But if this thing does exist, how did it get in? The doors and windows
were locked. There's no sign of forced entry."
"Unless I miss my guess, it came through the fireplace."
"Wait a minute, Mulder. If you're saying some huge creature landed on the
roof and came down this chimney, you're crazy. The flue is barely six
inches wide. Nothing could get down there."
"But what if it could alter its shape, move in all directions at once?"
"You mean, like a bowl full of jelly?"
"Exactly. Scully, I've never told anyone this, but when I was a child my
home was visited. I saw the creature. It had long white shanks of fur
surrounding its ruddy, misshapen head. Its bloated torso was red and
white. I'll never forget the horror. I turned away, and when I looked back
it had somehow taken on the facial features of my father."
"Impossible."
"I know what I saw. And that night it read my mind. It brought me a Mr.
Potato Head, Scully. It knew that I wanted a Mr. Potato Head!"
"I'm sorry, Mulder, but you're asking me to disregard the laws of physics.
You want me to believe in some supernatural being who soars across the
skies and brings gifts to good little girls and boys. Listen to what
you're saying. Do you understand the repercussions? If this gets out,
they'll close the X-files."
"Scully, listen to me: It knows when you're sleeping. It knows when you're
awake."
"But we have no proof."
"Last year, on this exact date, SETI radio telescopes detected bogeys in
the airspace over twenty-seven states. The White House ordered a Condition
Red."
"But that was a meteor shower."
"Officially. Two days ago, eight prized Scandinavian reindeer vanished
from the National Zoo, in Washington, D.C. Nobody--not even the
zookeeper--was told about it. The government doesn't want people to know
about Project Kringle. They fear that if this thing is proved to exist the
public will stop spending half its annual income in a holiday shopping
frenzy. Retail markets will collapse. Scully, they cannot let the world
believe this creature lives. There's too much at stake. They'll do
whatever it takes to insure another silent night."
"Mulder, I--"
"Sh-h-h. Do you hear what I hear?"
"On the roof. It sounds like ... a clatter."
"The truth is up there. Let's see what's the matter."
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