Mortimer was busier than he’d ever been. Christmas was approaching fast. That was no problem. Mortimer was a whiz at delegating. He’d had a meeting with his section leaders. Christmas would be on time as usual.
Mortimer stood in front of his dry erase board. He stared at all his notes. His eyes were tired. He knew he needed to go and sit in his recliner and have a ten minute nap. He was over tired. He hadn’t slept in weeks.
Mortimer was almost a thousand years old. Not ancient in Elf years. He needed very little sleep. He’d been too busy to get any at all.
He sat on his red recliner. He leaned back. He hit the heat and massage buttons. He set his internal clock to wake himself up in ten minutes. Ten minutes would refresh him. Longer would leave him woozy and slow witted.
Mortimer’s fiancé Sarah tapped on the door. She opened it and stuck her head into Mortimer’s cozy cottage. She saw that he was napping in his favorite chair. She let herself in. She quietly stood in front of the dry erase board. She read the copious amounts of notes.
Mortimer had the next few days mapped out in different colored ink. She shook her head at the myriad amount of details on his board. Her wedding was planned out in front of her in Mortimer’s neat block lettering.
The wedding details were all outlined in red. Her eyes widened as she perused the long list of details. She got to the notation “Doves of the whitest of wings shot out of a cannon.” Her knees went a little weak and she sat down on the arm of Mortimer’s recliner.
This was not the type of wedding she had hoped for at all.
It had been exactly ten minutes. Mortimer awoke refreshed to find his fiancé sitting on the arm of his chair.
“Sarah! I was just about to come looking for you. That’s next on my list. I hope you haven’t read too many of my notes in red. You told me I was to plan the wedding of your dreams. There are some things I want to be a surprise, though.” Mortimer said as he hopped out of his recliner.
“I didn’t read all that much.” she replied in a quiet voice. She was truthful. She had gotten to the part where innocent little birds would be shot out of a big gun and her eyes had gone blurry.
“We have an appointment with Santa in a few moments. You know the whole “Marriage Decree” thing. He has to okay our wedding on Christmas Day. We’ve been engaged a year as of today. So, it should all be full speed ahead. I don’t foresee any kind of a problem.” Mortimer said as he straightened his jacket and set his High Elf cap on his head. He adjusted his red feather in the mirror just for luck.
“You look very beautiful, Sarah! Blue velvet! It matches your eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you out of red or green! Very fetching.” said Mortimer. He had read somewhere that females like compliments on their attire.
“I’m out of uniform, Mortimer. Blue is my favorite color.” Sarah said. She wondered why Mortimer was only noticing this today.
“Well, let’s get this formality over with Santa. And, then we can perhaps have a snowy picnic in the town square. We can oversee the loading of the sleigh without looking like we’re overseeing the loading of the sleigh.” said Mortimer with a smart little laugh.
Sarah didn’t really like picnics in the snow. She was more a beef stew in front of a roaring fire kind of girl. She wondered why Mortimer didn’t know this.
Mortimer and Sarah arrived at Santa’s office five minutes early. They found him in his office listening to choral music. He stood in front of his Christmas Tree with his eyes closed. He swayed to the music. He pretended he was directing the beautiful voices that sang some of his favorite holiday songs.
Santa waved Mortimer and Sarah into two chairs sitting in front of his desk.
“I’ll be with you in approximately four minutes. You have got to hear this last song on this tape. It’s not really a Christmas song. But, it’s a perfect ending for a holiday concert. It’s called “Let There Be Peace On Earth”. It’s so perfect it well……………it just gives me joyous chills. So, be quiet and listen.” Santa said.
The song ended. Santa popped the tape out of his tape player. He sat at his desk and placed the plastic tape into the envelope it came in. He perused the small note that had come with the gift of choral music.
He placed the envelope in front of Mortimer.
“Do you recognize that handwriting, Mortimer? Do you distinguish the hand drawn holly leaves on the envelope? I received this a few days ago. A little girl on Columbus Street sent me a gift. Me! Santa! She sent me a gift! And, do you know what that note says? Do you know what that Letter to Santa says?” Santa asked in his jolliest voice.
“No, I have no idea what the letter from Columbus Street says.” muttered Mortimer.
“That note asks after my health. That note asks after Mrs. Santa and you, Mortimer. And this little girl, Darlene? She says in her letter that she needs nothing at all. She has everything she needs. She recorded a final rehearsal of her Round Table singers for me. She recorded it just for me! She wishes me a Merry Christmas.” said Santa as he pounded his fist on his desk.
He was no longer smiling.
“This little girl is on the list of “faithful” that you visit every year. But, somehow you haven’t gotten around to your visits to the faithful this year. You’re too busy ordering flowers and having candy snowmen made for your wedding. You! The Exalted High Elf! You can have a lavish wedding at the snap of your fingers. You’re doing it all yourself and neglecting the visits to the faithful. This little girl from Columbus Street is singing joyous Christmas music. She sends me a letter filled with love. She doesn’t even mention that you failed to visit her this year. How old is she now? About ten?” asked Santa as he tried to calm himself down.
Sarah sat stiffly in her chair. She had never seen Santa get angry like this. Mortimer had. He wasn’t afraid. He was mortified at his own negligence.
“Columbus Street? That would be Darlene you’re speaking of. She is sixteen this year.” said Mortimer.
“Sixteen? You have a sixteen year old girl on the cusp of adulthood. She still believes? Her parents still believe? And, you mess with that? Mortimer! If this wasn’t such an important meeting I would tell you to get out of my sight! So, you two! Just sit there and be quiet while I listen to this last song again.” Santa bellowed as he put the tape into the machine once again and hit fast forward.
Let There Be Peace On Earth did it’s job. It calmed Santa down.
Santa reclaimed his chair behind his desk. He folded his hands together and stared at the Elf couple in front of him.
“So! By Exalted High Elf Decree I now have to provide marriage counseling. Oh, be quiet, Mortimer. I know exactly how this came to be. You had a marriage craze on your hands and you started spouting off while holding your hand over your heart. So, you have decreed that I have to okay a marriage after 364 days of engagement. You have ignored part of your job to plan a wedding that I haven’t even put my stamp of approval on yet. Oh, quit quivering in your chair Sarah. You’re not in any trouble. You haven’t done anything wrong. I’m not looking to get in the way of true love because I’m aggravated with your fiancé here. I’ve thought long and hard on this decree of yours, Mortimer. ” Santa said as he popped a sugar cookie into his mouth.
“I veto your decree.” Santa said as he put the top on his cookie canister without offering any to the couple in front of him.
Mortimer went to open his mouth to argue. He saw the glint in Santa’s eye and he shut his mouth.
Smart Elf.
“I understand the thought behind your decree. Not bad actually for a spur of the moment ruling. Marriage shouldn’t be gone into lightly. I am vetoing the wording of your decree. I am no expert on marriage. I can’t look into the hearts of Elves in a short meeting. But, a heartwright can. Mrs. Santa is a heartwright. She will be meeting with you instead. She will say yes or no to this wedding coming up in a few days.” said Santa as he gave a whistle.
Mrs. Santa came through the door. She had obviously been expecting to be summoned.
“Santa! You have an intercom. Use it. Don’t whistle for me like a dog!” said Bonnie. Mrs. Santa was not amused.
“Sorry, Bonnie. I’m a bit worked up. Sorry, it won’t happen again.” said Santa.
“Until next time.” said Bonnie with a smile for the engaged Elf couple.
“So, you’re in need of a heartwright. I’ve read the Marriage Decree and Santa’s addendum. I can help you out if you’ll let me.” she said as she stood in front of Mortimer and Sarah.
“Yes, please.” said Mortimer. Sarah shook her head up and down in agreement. Sarah felt herself become Shy Sarah again in front of Mrs. Claus.
“Please, stand.” said Mrs. Santa. “I just need to place my hands over your hearts. It will only take a second and it won’t hurt.”
The couple stood. Mrs. Santa placed a hand over each of their hearts. She shut her eyes and she swayed back and forth for more than a few seconds.
“Please, be seated.” said Mrs. Santa.
“Sarah, your heart is pure and your love is strong. You need to lose the shyness with your own fiancé. You need to open your mouth and say no when you dislike something he is doing or saying. He is not a mind reader. He is a male elf. He has very little experience with females. You need to spell it out for him. He is receptive. You need not fear speaking your mind with him. Ever.” said Mrs. Santa.
Sarah’s eyes flew open in astonishment. She had heard of the power of heartwrights. She didn’t know there was one at the North Pole. Now, she knew.
“Mortimer! The wedding you have planned is off. ” Bonnie said to the Exalted High Elf.
“You’ve got it all wrong. Shooting doves out of a cannon. Flying Elves doing snowflake formations in the sky. Are you losing it? Do you need a forced vacation? I would suggest another year’s engagement so you can become more attuned with the wonderful Elf you’re to marry. But, that is not what her heart wants.” Mrs. Santa started in on Mortimer.
“Your heart aches that you missed your visits to the faithful, Mortimer. You have time before your wedding day to make one visit. I suggest Columbus Street. It is the location your heart yearns for. You are late. You are so late that the people in the house may not recognize you. I would suggest that you take Sarah with you. The two of you have lessons to learn there. When you return? We’ll discuss the wedding. Or? Your hearts will choose the moment of your marriage.” said Bonnie the heartwright.
Santa looked impressed. Mortimer looked distressed and embarrassed. Sarah looked relieved and excited. No birds would be maimed at her wedding. She’d never seen a human’s house before.
“You’d better get going right away.” exclaimed Bonnie. “Please stand one more time.”
She placed her hands over the couple’s hearts again. “It says in Santa’s addendum that your heart shall guide you until your marriage vows are done. So, until then you have the power of a heartwright. That means you can read the hearts of others. You are Elves. You are Santa’s Elves. You have the power to make your hearts desire a reality until your wedding vows are taken.” said Bonnie in a seer’s voice.
“After that? It’s back to doing everything the hard way.” Bonnie said in her Mrs. Santa’s voice.
Sarah caught on quickly. She knew that she and Mortimer weren’t dressed for travel. She also knew she wanted to leave that very minute. Her heart’s desire at that moment was that they’d both be dressed warmly for their travels.
Sarah found herself wearing a beautiful blue and silver full length coat. Her velvet hat was smart with red tassels. Her heart couldn’t leave out red tassels at Christmas time.
Mortimer wasn’t having the matching coat Sarah had put him in. He switched magically back to his regular attire. He wore his Exalted High Elf traveling coat made of humming bird feathers. He shined his brass buttons with his sleeve.
Bonnie burst out laughing. Santa popped open his cookie canister again. The engaged Elves held hands and they were off.
Mortimer usually visited Columbus Street alone. He usually arrived on the Saturday before Christmas. He always got there in time for brunch.
Mortimer opened his eyes. He made sure Sarah was still next to him. They stood in the snow in front of the Columbus Street house. Dusk was strong in the sky. It was almost evening.
Sarah took her breath in with a gasp. Mortimer let her take her time. His heart’s desire was to make this a perfect trip for his fiancé. She had never left the North Pole before. She had never met a human family before. He let her turn left and right.
Sarah looked up and down Columbus Street. She took in the beautiful twinkling Christmas lights decorating the landscaping in front of the little Cape Cod houses. She noticed the lovely Christmas trees lit up in all the front windows. She laughed with glee at a big plastic Santa standing attention on the porch across the street. She sniffed deeply of the wood smoke coming out of chimneys.
“I think they’re home.” said Mortimer. “If they don’t remember me……………how can I apologize for letting them down?”
“It is my heart’s desire that they remember you, my love.” said Sarah as she clutched Mortimer’s hand. They walked up the shoveled walk to the front door. Mortimer allowed Sarah to ring the door bell since she’d never done that before either. He gave her a boost.
The front porch light came on. Darlene swung the door open. She looked right over the couples heads. She looked a little confused. Then, she looked down. Elves are only about three feet tall after all.
“Mortimer! Where have you been? We’ve been worried about you! I wanted to mention in my letter to Santa that I was worried. But, then I thought no. Maybe you’d get into trouble. And, who is this? Oh, I’m sorry. You must be cold. Please, come in.” said Darlene as she opened the door.
Sarah and Mortimer stood tentatively in the little living room on Columbus Street. Sarah took the room in. She looked past the tall girl to notice the Christmas tree in the corner with it’s twinkle lights. She bent down and perused the village under the tree that spilled out and went under the table in front of the picture window. She noticed the nativity scene on a table in the corner. It was lit with one small light in the shape of a star.
Sarah’s eyes filled with tears. Mortimer had described this room so many times.
Sarah was looking at Christmas.
“You two must be hungry! Come into the kitchen. Mom’s in the bedroom getting dressed for my concert. Daddy will be back in a minute. He’s gone to Vic’s to pick up a big pizza for dinner. Please, sit! Can I get you both something to drink?” asked Darlene.
“Darlene. You remember me?” asked Mortimer.
“Of course, I remember you Mortimer. But, I would like to be introduced to your beautiful friend. I hope you don’t mind me saying this but you are the most lovely being I’ve ever seen.” said Darlene to Sarah.
Darlene was looking at the most exquisitely beautiful miniature woman. She was perfect. She had cascading red hair. Her eyes were bright blue and her lips were red. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold. She was dressed all in royal blue velvet with silver trim. She had red tassels hanging from her perfect cap.
“This is Sarah, my fiancé. We’re to be married soon. I am so sorry that I missed our regular visit. I got carried away with wedding plans. I was so caught up with silly nonsense……………I’m so sorry. I won’t say that I neglected my duties though I did. But, coming to visit this family has never been a duty. It has always been a joy. I neglected my joy. You have my sincerest apologies.” said Mortimer with a rush and a deep bow.
He was after all speaking to a teenager. Teenagers hardly ever believed. If Darlene stopped believing …………..Mortimer was terrified it would be all his fault.
“Oh, Mortimer! Don’t worry about it! Wedding always make people crazy! Trying to plan a perfect day can make you forget your own name! I’m very pleased to meet you, Sarah.” Darlene forgave him in an instant.
“Mom! We have company!” Darlene yelled at the closed doorway at the end of the hallway.
Ellie came out and greeted the relieved couple. Daddy Ralph came in with a very large square pizza. The five sat around the table and ate and chatted and laughed.
Mortimer asked Ralph and Ellie how long they’d been married.
“Almost thirty years.” Ralph told him as he smiled at his wife.
“Do you have any advice for an engaged couple?” asked Sarah forgetting her shyness.
“Well. I guess I’d say that if a woman loves her man more than herself………….and that man loves his woman more than himself………….and they talk every day……………well……..how can they go wrong?” answered Daddy Ralph.
Darlene looked up at the clock and said “Please. I hope you all stay and visit. But, I have to go upstairs and put on my Roundtable costume and do my hair. The Christmas concert is tonight and I have to leave in a half an hour for the high school auditorium.”
Mortimer stood up as if to leave. Darlene didn’t like that. This Elf visit hadn’t lasted long enough.
“Sarah! My room is a little messy. But, would you like to come up and see my room while I get ready? I’m thinking this is your fist time in a house like this one?” invited Darlene.
It was Sarah’s heart’s desire to see a human female teenager’s room. She nodded her head up and down.
Sarah boosted herself up onto the brass bed. She took in the books and magazines laying around the floor. She smiled at the tiny Christmas tree on the desk. She was curious about the hot hair rollers being plugged in. She poked around a bag full of makeup.
“What’s this?” she said as she pulled out a lipstick.
“That’s called lipstick. It’s to change the color of the lips. And this is mascara to make the eyelashes longer and darker. And, that’s blush to put color on the cheeks. It’s all to make me beautiful.” Darlene explained with a self conscious laugh.
“Come here.” said Sarah from the edge of the bed.
Sarah ran her hands over Darlene’s face. Darlene felt a tingle. She looked at herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw.
Darlene turned towards Sarah.
“What did you do?” asked Darlene in wonder.
“Nothing. It’s my heart’s desire that you see yourself the way that I see you.” said Sarah.
For a moment Darlene had forgotten that this small female was an Elf. Now, she remembered.
“Are you in a hurry to get back? Do you have to be somewhere? I mean…………if you want to………..you and Mortimer might like the Christmas concert.” whispered Darlene as she looked at herself in the mirror while she unrolled the curlers from her hair.
“That would make my heart happy.” declared Sarah as she jumped off the bed. She ran her hands through Darlene’s hair and was delighted with the results.
The family of humans and Elves piled into the Mercury station wagon. Darlene skidded into the warm up room only five minutes late. Her director scowled and then threw Darlene a kiss as she took her place in the chorus.
Mortimer and Sarah sat towards the back in the darkness of the auditorium. They shared a red velvet seat as they are so small. They listened intently as the human young people sang of love and forgiveness and the beauty of the Christ Child. They held hands and were thrilled to be where they were.
They were mesmerized by the chorus’s rendition of T’was The Night Before Christmas. They’d never heard the Ode to Joy done with lyrics before. Finally came the song they were waiting for. The chorus ended the evening with Let There Be Peace On Earth.
Sarah thought that this was the perfect moment. She couldn’t wait for the Elf sitting next to her to be her husband.
Mortimer thought that this was the perfect moment. He couldn’t wait for the Elf sitting next to him to be his wife.
The chorus flourished into to their big finish. “And let it begin with me.” they sang.
That is the moment when the Elves were filled with light and love. They looked down at their hands that buzzed with the power of adoration. That’s when they noticed the wedding rings on their fingers.
They were married.