We stood for a moment with Johnny looking very sternly at Jack.
But I didn't quite believe my
boy was mad. When Johnny Sweets is mad at you he general tells you (and the rest of the immediate world) so - loudly and in
no uncertain terms *o*
And true enough - after that long moment - Johnny laughed and moved forward to hug Jack saying
"You are a crazy pirate!" Then he added over Jack's shoulder to me "Maybe he better get his present now even though its
a bit early. He did help all he could to get you back and all"
Since I agreed I disappeared into the closet to find Jack's
present among the others.
He protested and said he was only too happy to help. "We can't have Johnny loose his little fine
feathered 'spirit of Christmas' after all" he laughed when I came back out. Then quickly moved aside because Johnny tried
to kick the naughty buccaneer.
But in the end Jack's inner child won over his polite-grown-up manner so he unwrapped the
small present and then just stood staring at it. "Well, say something" Johnny said after a while sounding a bit nervous.
There
was no reason for being that though.
Jack very much loved his very own copy of Fair Freya and wanted to go out flying in her right away.
"You don't want something to eat first? I am gonna make some chow now" I offered. But nope. He still had that there lady to
impress so our Jack left with a happy yell of "Merry Christmas, you two!"
"Food, you said?" Johnny asked with a wry little
smile.
Claiming his hangover had disappeared during Jack and his search for me. So we went into the kitchen
and started to make something to eat.
Halfway through that exercise though the phone rang so Johnny went to answer it.
Just
as I was finished frying potatoes, tomatoes, sausages, onions and eggs he came back and said with a little smile "It seems
we'll all get a merry Christmas after all. And not just because Jack wish it either. That phone call was Mumsy and she told
me that she had just visited Mrs. Santa Claus. Santa was in the workshop being busy. ... and Mrs. Claus claimed that she had
found out that she had missed him quite a lot while he had gone so they will try to be together again. Relationships demand
work, as you know - but Mumsy was optimistic. And as the goddess of love she ought to know if love has been rekindled. ...
it seems you'll get your Christmas after all, birdie"
"Yes - and you hate that thought, baby" I grinned and got swatted
on the arm with Johnny's napkin as he sat down to eat.
After a bit he looked up seriously at me and said "Mind you ...
That pesky pirate is right. ... much as I hate to admit it. Even if Santa and his wife had come back together again - as it
seems they have according to the goddess of love - and with the jewel the Spirit of Christmas safely tugged away in Santa's
magical hat so it could spread its ... positive vibes? Stop giggling, Meepsie! I know - I am a old hippy ... I were just born
a bit too late, I guess. But what I am trying to say - even if all the rest had worked itself out - I mean, it did ...
And Loke then had killed you ... That would definitely ha-have - destroyed my 'spirit of Chri-christmas'!"
"Yes, of course
it would" I said gently and picked up his right hand - the nearest - and kissed it.
"The Spirit of Christmas is love. You might call it magic - and you might use a beautiful jewel
as a symbol of love - but it's still only love. baby. ... although I am glad your Mumsy isn't here to hear me call love 'only'
love" I ended giggling.
