The Christmas X-Files
THE XMAS-FILES
89 PLAIN STREET
NEW YORK CITY, NY.
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 each 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 wielding.
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 zoo keeper -- 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....
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