Thursday, November 26, 2015

Dragons Save Christmas by David Stevens

David finished his story this year of how the 

"Dragons Save Christmas." 

I wanted to celebrate it with this commissioned art piece.

Huggles to all,

(Art by Kitsooki of Deviant Art)


A Christmas card for special people to read. You know it makes sense & on so many levels.

Part 1 (2013)

It was one of those days where the wind was whistling across the arid snowfield. The call of winter was building, but none of that mattered as the old man swung his huge feet out of his bed. He stood up and stretched, then with still slightly blurry eyes (too much eggnog last night) he reached out and picked up his trousers. He stepped lithely into them, for a man of his great age. Next he pulled on his jacket, adding a thick belt, and then bending and squinting, he looked down to find his black boots. His white beard, as always, stood out perfectly framing his smiling, happy face.

He was awake, alert and had things, far too many things, to do this morning. First though he had animals to pat and talk to as well as feed, or there would be complaints. The reindeer had arrived as they always did and in plenty of time for the big day. It was to them he strolled whistling a jolly tune, a smile fixed firmly on his face.

As he approached the first of the reindeer stalls a loud barking cough filled the air, followed swiftly by a heart rending sneeze. Santa, the old man, halted. Concern bloomed in his thoughts as he listened hard. The sneeze was repeated and others joined in. The reindeer were ill and by the sound of it they were suffering badly with colds and barking coughs. Oh dear, it was going to be Christmas Eve in just a few, short hours. It was the busiest time of the year for him and without the reindeer to pull the sled. Christmas was in danger of being cancelled for the first time in many long centuries.

Santa opened the first door and looked in. Rudolf with his nose so red, looked up at Santa with his eyes filled with moisture and his nose flickering as he breathed. He was looked pathetic, standing on wobbly legs, shivering as though he was cold. Santa halted, he looked again and then he called for help.

“Help!” He hollered. “The reindeer are ill!”

“Help,” he called again, attracting the attention of every elf in the building.

Toys froze in mid-air, paintbrushes stopped in mid-stroke, the business of Christmas halted with Santa’s call.

Elves poured from every doorway, all running as fast as they could toward the source of the cry. Santa stood aside letting the elves see. One pushed forward through the gathering. He was the ‘Healer Elf’ and he held the magic bag, the one they used to help mend elves. They used it when they cut themselves, or got a little tipsy on the eggnog, or overdid the Christmas cake. The elf with the bag looked at the befuddled reindeer and shook his head. He looked at Santa and said clearly so all could hear.

“That’s one sick reindeer and he will be that way for the next three days!” He shook his head again and departed knowing he could do nothing to help any of them. Santa watched as his last hope for Christmas walked away, shoulders slumped, dragging his magic bag of useless remedies behind him.

Christmas could not be cancelled Santa thought. To do so was unthinkable. He looked around at the elves, all of whom had reached the conclusion that without reindeer how was Santa going to deliver all the nice children’s presents?

Santa sat alone in his office looking out of the window at the falling snow, searching for an answer. He looked at the desk and a tiny voice said something just discernable into his left ear. A fairy had spoken. Santa reached out knowing that what he was about to do was a first for him, but also that he had no choice. There was only one thing he could do if he was going to save Christmas. He dialled a number from memory and waited. He knew it would take time for the person he was ringing to answer, if they answered at all. For the next three minutes Santa listened to the dialling tone, it rang and it rang and then finally a voice said, “Hello.”

“David is that you? It’s Santa and I need your help!”

Santa told David everything. He told him about Rudolf and the other reindeer, and about the presents, the sleigh, the sky and the snow, and finally he told him that if he could not come up with an answer then Christmas would have to be cancelled this year!

David listened. He thought quickly which he had a habit of doing. He then cut across Santa telling him to listen. David was in full on bossy mode and Santa got the shock of his life, because he had never heard David in such a firestorm of ideas. The end result was that Santa was not to worry. David would get back to him very soon, but he was to carry on as normal. David reassured Santa. He could and would sort it out. Then to Santa’s annoyance David hung up on him, leaving him as confused as he was at the start, but at least he had some hope now. If David could do what he said he could and save Christmas, then Santa could relax. The question that rang through his mind was, ‘Could he? Could David save Christmas?’

In a large house in the Midlands of England a telephone connection burned with voices. Shortly a computer connection added to the electric use, and at the same time a red dragon of immense proportion reared up filling the office window with its head. Robert, the young dragon, had arrived. He listened, nodded and agreed. David’s plan was now underway. An hour later all around the world creatures rarely seen took to their wings. The dragons heard the call and answered. They would save Christmas if it was at all possible.

Farloft stepped out into the daylight his wings spread wide as he launched himself into the air heading North. Soon he met Alv flitting through the clouds, then a griffin cross named Yogoloth joined them. Soon the sky was filled with the beating of dragon wings.

Cook tightened the last strap. She just came out to give David a flask of coffee held in a check patterned duffel bag and some thick cut chicken sandwiches she made. She’d made them when she heard of the disastrous Christmas David was attempting to avoid. Robert the dragon, spread his wings wide. He looked back over his shoulder, twisting his head so he could see his passenger.

A puff of oily smoke filling the air as he said, “Hold on we are taking off.”

With that the red dragon’s wings beat down hard, pushing him and David, sitting on his back in his wheelchair, high into the air.

One quick circuit of the house and grounds, a flash of fire to say goodbye to those waving up at him, and Robert headed North toward Santa’s home.

Four hours later the ground beneath his wings looked white. The snow was blowing in the wind, but there before him rising from the ground was a large candy striped pole with a red flashing light at its top. Robert circled low descending close to the pole. He was mightily glad Her Ladyship gave both him and David a nice thick warm scarf to wear against the cold. The ground closed and with a rather inelegant slip and slide he landed. What was revealed to his dragon eyes stunned him. Robert saw a sight he had never expected to see in his life, a true gathering of dragons. Thirty-six dragons and all different in aspect or colour, but all of them there to save Christmas if they could.

Farloft and Alv stepped forward rubbing muzzles with Robert, the latest arrival, as a cheery voice boomed out, “Welcome!” into the driving snow. Santa was standing there waiting for them to arrive.

It would take four dragons to pull the sleigh. It would not be as fast as the reindeer, but Santa allowed for that. The other thirty-three would fly along side and replace those who needed replacing when they got tired. They worked out a rotation which in the end required David’s input, as all of the dragons wanted to show they were at least as good as the sneezing reindeer. Next the sleigh was loaded, which as magic was used took very little time. This was a good thing as David was going along for the ride and that meant a quick modification to the sleigh, taking the form of removing a chair so David’s wheelchair could slot in next to Santa.

The hot chocolate and cookie machine was filled and Santa looked on in amazement. He then boarded the sleigh picking up the whip as he always did intending to crack it above the reindeer’s heads. David reached out taking it gently from him and dropping it over the side.

“These are dragons Santa. They might not take too kindly to any sort of whip.”

Santa nodded. He had not thought, so he said, “Dragons roll…” & roll they did.

Dragons do not accelerate gently they more leap into the air and flap hard to gain height, which was a novel experience for Santa, as was pulling a sleigh in harness for the dragons.

All around the sleigh the beating of dragon wings filled the air. David reached out for a mug of Santa’s special hot chocolate. He was proud of his friends and their dragons, and thankfully Christmas was on the way to being saved by them all …

PART 2 (2014)

“Up, up and away,” shouted out Santa.

Before him stretched a line of four assorted dragons, while many others surrounded his sleigh waiting to depart. A gathering of mythical creatures, which had been drawn together by David Stevens from all over the world, and every one of them there to help Santa save Christmas. The grin on Santa’s face as he looked at the mighty wings and scales as they unfolded could light up the whole of the North Pole. As one, the wings drove down then up as the claws attached to powerful paws dug into the smooth compacted ice. The sleigh moved forward, not in the smooth even way it would if Santa’s reindeer were doing the pulling, but forward in a jerking, yanking, hop skip and a jump kind of way.

Santa was standing up in his sleigh, cheering the dragons on as they accelerated over the ice of the North Pole. Shortly the first dragon, a mighty creature called Farloft, launched upward into the sky and the other three harnessed dragons swiftly followed suit. As one the dragons pulled Santa’s sleigh from the cold ice into the sky and away. Santa was airborne. Christmas was on the way to being saved, and all because he called David Stevens, the mage, in desperation when he discovered the reindeer were too ill to fly. From the ground cheers of joy echoed up into the crisp wintry sky as the elves waved them off.

Ahead waited the world. Ahead waited children eagerly trying to remain awake so they might see Santa Claus arrive with his special gifts.

“What if a child is awake when we land?” David asked.

Santa chuckled over the sound of the wind blowing past the fast moving sleigh.

“Little do those children know that when I land my sleigh on their home’s roofs, magic is dispersed.” A smile curved his lips below his bushy white moustache. “No matter how hard any child might fight to remain awake, they will fail as a magical sleep and lovely dreams, pervade their thoughts.”

David smiled back at Santa. Santa was never seen. That was how it should be. That was how it had always been, and that was how it would always be.

Delivery followed delivery as the sleigh drawn through the air by dragons, not reindeer, headed to the sun and a new day, Christmas day. Santa followed a certain route. A route everyone knew well. A route the military around the world recognized. His sleigh had been tracked ever since the first radar system was developed. The ‘watchers’ watched, cheering him on, knowing it was him. His speed through the air confirmed any doubt.


Located deep beneath the ground in Wisconsin, America, was a top secret instillation placed there to monitor everything that flew near to or over America.

“Sir!” An soldier at the radar terminal called.

“Yes, corporal.”

“I have a bogey, sir. It’s coming in over the ocean at six thousand feet.”

“That will be Santa Clause,” the captain said. “Ignore him. He is just doing his normal Christmas Eve deliveries.”

“Sir, it’s moving to slow and flying to low. I have tracked Santa a few times and he moves much faster and much higher than this.”

“Are you sure?” The captain leaned over the corporal’s shoulder.

“Yes, Sir. Certain.”

“Scramble interceptors let’s take a look at it,” the captain ordered.

At the touch of a button and the data was fed to the nearest interceptor squadron. A minute and a half later two fighter jets explode into the sky, climbing fast. On their radar a target appeared. A target they swung around wide to approach it from the rear.


Santa was sitting next to David, the reins loosely held in his hands. All around him the beat of dragon’s wings fill the air. In front of him, pulling for all they are worth, the dragons flew. David reached forward pulling the bright red leaver with a green Christmas bauble at its top. It dispensed the thickest, richest, hot chocolate to ever be found anywhere into Santa’s mug. The mug one with ‘Merry Christmas’ emblazoned in red around its body. David handed the mug to Santa, then sitting back a little to get comfortable, and pulling up the thick rug he was given, he sipped at his own luxurious drink.

“Do you think we will be able to complete our mission?” he asked Santa.

“It will be close. The dragons are not as fast as my reindeer, but they are doing a terrific job so far.”

From up front a lone voice fills the air, a deep resonating voice, Farloft’s voice, which thundered out ‘Ten green bottles hanging on a wall.’ Other voices joined in and soon the clouds echoed to the riotous singing of 35 or so assorted dragons. None of whom could carry a tune in a bucket, if they had one.

Santa smiled, adding to his statement, “And they are a lot noisier as well!”

David laughed enjoying the sound of success and wondering what all the children would say if they knew dragons were delivering Santa and his presents, not his normal reindeer. Poor Rudolf, David thought, with his nose so red from a cold.


A huge dragon named Alv looked over his shoulder as the wing tip of a blue green dragoness lightly touched him. She was staring behind her looking a little concerned. Alv looked further around and then he saw why. Two grey streaks were flying fast toward them. He called out to some of his companions. As one they peeled off away from Santa and the sled, circling up through the clouds and around, gaining the rear of the approaching craft.

The first the pilots knew of the change in the situation was when one of them found his cockpit developed a face looking in at him. A blue tinged face with large teeth all lined up. They found out the hard way, dragons do not appear on radar…

The pilot jerked in shock and called out into his radio attracting the attention of his companion. His fellow pilot was in the process of realizing he could not change direction as six dragons boxed his plane in. A head appeared next to his cockpit. The long neck of the creature allowed the dragon to fly above the much slower jet while leaning down to inspect the occupant. The pilot smiled nervously. He recognized the sled and the large man in red who was standing up waving cheerily at him. He waved back, which seemed to please the rather to close dragon. The dragon peeled away slightly before flying past the plane and settling in behind the sleigh.

He looked back at the pilot he scared and grinned a cheeky grin as both planes steered away, heading back to base and at the same time confirming the intruder was friendly. Though, it would be right to say both pilots wondered if the ground crews would believe them. After all, who would believe Santa’s sleigh was not being pulled by the expected reindeer, but by four large dragons. If they believed that then they might believe it was also flying in the company of thirty or so more of the mythical creatures. And, that Santa had a man in a wheelchair sitting next to him.

“That was interesting!” Exclaimed David as he turned his head away from watching the fast departing fighter jets.

“It certainly was!” Boomed out Alv as he moved up to the head of the line to replace Farloft as lead dragon. Other dragons did likewise freeing up the first wave of sleigh pulling dragons for a well deserved rest on the wing.


They delivered many presents. Each time Santa departed the sleigh alone to deliver them and return. Then they would move on. David had a map with their progress marked on it so he could visualize what they were doing. They covered the first half of America and all of Canada and onward to new Zealand and then all of Europe. Now as David looked forward, beyond the flying dragons, he could see the white cliffs of Dover appearing in the distance. Only seconds later they passed over a village, and Santa, as he had done each and every time, landed the sleigh and got out.

“I think you will want to see this one David and besides I need you’re help.”

What was so different about this house David wondered? David looked up seeing the cheery face and nodded looking down at his wheelchair, which somehow levitated up and out of the sleigh to land beside Santa Clause. Then the world turned black and sooty and next David found himself in a child’s bedroom. Judging by the pretty pictures and pink all over the place it was a girl’s room, a young girl’s room. Santa opened his magical black sack and extracted a rocking horse, which he placed at the foot of the bed. The child slept on totally unaware of their presence.

“Why did you need me Santa,” David asked?

“This young lady is special. She lost her father last year and her mother is a police woman who works all the hours she can just to maintain the roof over their heads. She has done far more than any child could ever be expected to do. She has adapted and turned her loss into a promise of a future. The reason why I think you should be here is because she wants to be a writer. She tells some very special stories all about fairies and magic. I was wondering if she might not deserve some encouragement. What do you think, David?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I was looking at this rocking horse and wondering if…”

“Yes,” David grinned with delight. He instantly knew what Santa hand in mind. “I think you might be right.”

David produced his wand and waved it over the rocking horse as Santa watched. When he put it away a sprinkling of stars hung over the wood. These faded leaving behind some glittering dust, which settled on the horse and its saddle. The horse moved, wings opened out and stretched. The pony’s carved neck extended. The hooves became clawed paws and the polished painted wood appeared covered in bright purple scales. The rocking horse had become a dragon. A small dragon, perfectly designed for a small girl to ride and one that would grow as she grew.

Santa nodded his head pleased by what he saw, as the dragon once more became a rocking horse. Now locked within the body of that toy lived an entity that could be called upon to carry the rider into the world of magic and mystery.

One day soon David expected to look out of his office window and see a smiling young girl, sitting astride a delightful dragon, having popped in for tea. Cook would have a fit with another dragon to feed, but she would be delighted with another child around the place on occasions. As for Robert, David’s young red dragon, he would just love the company to play with.

“Perfect, absolutely perfect…” said Santa looking at the sleeping girl.

David extracted and cast his wand once more and watched as the girl turned over in her sleep. Now she would be dreaming about becoming a dragon riding maiden setting out on grand adventures. Soon those dreams would become reality for her. Then there would be no shortage of stories for her to write, and a great future awaited her as a dragon rider and writer.

“Time to leave. There is still a very long way to go.” Santa said, as the world turned black and sooty once more.

Once back aboard Santa’s sleigh, with Santa again at the helm, the dragons pushed forward lifting the sleigh from the roof, eager to be about saving Christmas. David looked down as the sleigh turned an airborne circle to see a patio door slide open and a young woman step through it, looking up. She did not seem surprised to see the sleigh as she lifted her arm high and waved at them. David waved back knowing he was looking at the mother of the young girl.

Santa’s laugh boomed out Merry Christmas as the dragons once more began to sing. All around them wings beat at the air and still she waved. One day David knew he would meet her and her daughter, perhaps not together, but he would meet them. For now they had Christmas to help save and many more presents to deliver.

PART 3 (2015)

Light dusty snow was blowing in the wind, but there before them rising from the ground was a large candy striped pole with a red flashing light at its top. Robert circled low descending close to the pole. Behind him he could hear the loud singing of the largest gathering of free spirited dragons the world had seen in recent years. Santa Claus was riding his sleigh being pulled by four of those dragons in voluntary harness, with David Stevens sitting bolt upright in his wheelchair looking forward over the sleigh’s low windscreen.

Beneath them the icy landscape changed to a pleasant looking area of protected frozen water, lightly dusted by a fresh fall of snow. To David the scene looked like a Christmas card. In its own way it was the original Christmas card.

Christmas had been saved. The dragons, each and every one of them, rallied to the call for help made by Santa. Between them they hauled the sleigh loaded with all the presents to be delivered all around the world. They flew as far and as fast as they were able, and were now on the edge of exhaustion as they approached the marked out landing strip.

Elves dressed in their Christmas best lined the snow road waiting and waving. Cheers echoed upward, and back down again off the low clouds, as the dragons flew closer. Wing beats could be clearly heard. Out of tune singing filled the air. A happy, satisfied feeling flowed all around touching man, Santa, dragon, and elf alike. The day was just beginning. Christmas day had arrived and the dragons were returning with their heads held high. Each knew they had done a wonderful job and because of them Christmas was not cancelled.

The tiredness which engulfed all of them after the long hard night of delivering presents faded the closer they drew to the North Pole home of Santa. To David’s amazement the dragons, who had been running on will power alone for the last few hours, suddenly seemed to be revitalized. Their heads lifted, their wings beat faster, even their scaley tails waved joyously as they closed. The rescue of Christmas was nearly over and the dragons were feeling the refreshment that everyone who ever visited Santa’s home always feels.

The sleigh bumped hard, lifted off the ice again and then settled down once more, as before him David and Santa watched the skittering landing of the dragons.

“No reindeer these dragons,” said Santa, with a huge beaming smile on his face, “but wonderful all the same.”

The cheering of the elves waiting for them grew louder. The feeling of contentment grew as well. The sleigh slowed as the four dragons pulling it dug their claws into the snow and then the ice beneath it to gain a purchase and stop the sleigh and themselves. They were back and with a job well done. All around the sleigh all of the dragons landed. Some did a better landing than others, but either way they all made it down safely. Not a single elf got squashed, though Santa and David noticed there were a few near misses.

The elves, who knew very little about dragons, borrowed the book of ‘Dragons and Other Creatures that Might or Might Not Exist’ from Santa’s library. They discovered the things dragons liked best of all were sweet cakes, meat and hot chocolate in large amounts. The meat was a bit of a problem as elves did not eat it and they had none. However, the other things were a simple matter of raiding the ice cave storeroom. They found tables and nice tablecloths covered in Christmas trees, which they set outside on the snow covered ice. For dragon sized mugs, what with dragons being so huge, they used huge pottery bowls.

The elves parted once the dragons landed and made it to their feet. They revealing the display of food and drink they prepared for the returning heroes of Christmas. As for the dragons, one look was all it took for them to hastily make their way forward. Shortly, all that could be heard was the crunch of baked foods and the swish and gurgle of hot chocolate being drunk.

David joined Santa at a much smaller table and drank more of Santa’s wonderful hot chocolate, while picking at the cakes and sandwiches provided by the elves. And so it was that shortly 36 very contented dragons were sitting down, a bowl held in huge paws, wondering what was to happen next.

The answer was simple. Santa stood up banging the table with a tankard to draw attention. Then with obvious pride and grateful thanks he toasted the dragons and then David.

“To my dear friend, David and his wonderful friends, the dragons of the world!” Santa raised his tankard of hot chocolate.

Finally it was time for them all to head home, or rather it should have been. Four of the oldest of the dragons present decided to put on a display to thank their hosts for such a wonderful meal.

So it was that for the first time in many centuries the four dragons raised themselves up, beat their mighty wings and took to the air, there to perform the thunder dance. With wings clapping they spiralled up, then looping over they dove down fire belching out in all directions as the dragons first swooped low and then burst upward and flitted around. Above them the clouds parted revealing sunlight. Beneath them elves, David, and Santa stared in awe at the display of precision flying. They watched as real fireworks, dragon fireworks, were used to make patterns across the sky.

The dance, though not long, was spectacular and on the ground others joined in. Then in one mighty clap of wings every dragon rose into the sky. The dance exploded in a display never seen before, and one that probably would ever be seen again. Those who watched it would never forget even one second of it. Then as swiftly as it started and with loud cries of ‘goodbye,’ the dragons departed for their true homes.

Robert, David Steven’s red dragon, landed hard as usual and skidded to a halt close to Santa and David’s table. If he hadn’t got his talons out, he would have crashed into the table scattering everyone like bowling pins, but he remembered to use his claws, which for a young dragon is quite a feat.

David looked at Robert. Deep in his thoughts he recognized that something was going on. Robert said nothing and tried to look innocent, which was a sure sign he was up to no good. What could David say? After all, Robert helped to save Christmas and he would also be carrying David back to his mysterious manor home shortly, once they said goodbye to Santa and the elves…


For some strange reason Robert was not even remotely tired as they glided, with his wings outstretched, over the defensive walls of David’s manor house. The Mage’s battle-dwarves, in their fully armed state, started waving swords and spears at the pair as they flew over them. Then as one they turned back to surveying the road beyond David’s secretive world. Before the dragon and the Mage, the house materialized. David could see the familiar personages of cook in her apron and ‘her ladyship,’ his wife waiting. Someone told them of their arrival. The question was who?

That was when David saw a large green shape hiding around the far corner of the house with just his head peeking out and looking up. For some reason Farloft was at the house. To David’s amazement other dragons appeared to glide alongside Robert. All of the dragons from the North Pole had arrived at the manor.

A waving human stepped out of the back kitchen door and walked up to the side of cook and David’s wife. David recognized her and would have instantly, even without having seen Farloft, her dragon. Theresa Snyder, David’s friend, author and editor, had come a calling. To David’s right was Alv ridden by Wilds, to his left Blue, many others were all around them. To David’s horror they started singing ‘we will be coming over the manor walls when we come.’ He had to admit they were right.

He leaned forward taking a firm hold of Roberts’s ear and demanded an explanation. The young dragon gulped. David felt it as it travelled down his throat then he shook his head slightly before saying.

“They wanted to come and they wanted to party. What was I to say? They are older and bigger than me!”

The Mage shook his own head and realized his instinct had been right. Robert had been hiding something from him. Now he had 36 dragons in full on party mood. Oh boy, what a Christmas this was going to be…

The lawn suffered badly that day. David knew he would be receiving a barrage of complaints from his gardening fairies. To appease them he had previously ordered a landing pad placed in the center of the lawn, but with so many dragons all back flapping, and with clawed feet extended, there was no hope for the lawn. David dismounted with Robert’s assistance and rolled his chair between huge and assorted dragon bodies, approaching cook and his wife. Theresa was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Cat. Behind her peaking around was a very young face. To David’s right Farloft waltzed around the house corner whistling, which for a dragon is quite a feat. He was accompanied by a very tiny dragon. David recognized both the baby dragon with Farloft and the girl behind Theresa. David smiled at her while ignoring Farloft’s attention seeking approach. David felt sure this would be the first of many such visits for this child to his mysterious ethereal home. It would create in her mind the first of many magical stories for this young girl to write as she grew up.

The last time David saw her and the baby dragon was with Santa by his side, standing in her bedroom delivering what appeared to be a rocking horse for Christmas. Now she discovered, as David knew she would, the magical home David maintained. How she met Farloft David did not know, but he would find out. He suspected the old green dragon took her under his wing as he did so many others and that thought made him smile.

Before David could say a word, Grimbrinklgrik - of the broken sword, raced up to him, his heavy feet pounding the ground, his beard flowing out behind him. He was panting like a steam train having run from the main gate where he was stationed. He stopped by the Mage’s side and with difficulty started speaking. Listening to an over excited battle dwarf talking through his heavy beard growth was quite an art, but David swiftly got the gist of what he was saying.

He informed David that a woman waited at the gates demanding to be let in! The battle dwarves ignored her at first. Then they told her to go way. She insisted her daughter was inside with her pet dragon. She was not going to be kept out. She even attempted to climb the gates, but dwarf spears dissuaded her. She demanded someone tell David she was there.

David nodded then told him to let her in, as she was both right and a friend as well. He turned away shaking his head and departed to see that the woman was escorted inside and the gates firmly locked behind her.

All around dragons talked and plotted. David just gave in. After all, the dragons responded to his call. They flew long and hard to the North Pole and from there they had set out with a will to save Christmas for all. If they wanted a party then they should get one. All he had to do was calm cook down and make sure there was enough food and hot chocolate available for all, human and dragon alike.

This was going to be a long four-plus days. There would be lots of very happy and contented dragons, because as anyone who knows dragons will tell you, dragons know little of restraint when it comes to cakes and hot chocolate.

So ends the tale of ‘Dragons Save Christmas,’ there is just one more thing to say to you all and that is,

Merry Christmas One and All

David Stevens

The Making of the Art for Dragons Save Christmas

The art for Dragons Save Christmas was commission from Kitsooki of Deviant Art in July of 2015.

It started with a choice of sketches. I chose #2.

It was important that certain dragons were included because they were mentioned in the story.

The art went to the next stage...The Line Art

Then the coloring of the main dragons in the story...

Finally, the addition of the background and the Finished Art.

Kitsooki did an incredible job with this large piece of art! Thank you, Kits!

Merry Christmas to All
From Theresa and Me, Farloft the Dragon!

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