“Does he bring the sun back, is that why he’s called Sun?” The smallest bunling peeked at the sky that showed no sign of light diminishing. “…in the places that don’t have Matshan and that get dark in the winter.”
“He’s not called Sun.” One of the squirrel brothers paused to explain, then continued shaking and listening to a nut, scouting for the weakest side for opening.
“Is too! Sun Da Claws! …although the claws sound sort of worrisome. Are they hidden in the mittens? Why does he need claws? Wrapping presents must be tricksy.”
“Nono, is San-ta.” Squirrel beat the nut against the ground, wishful gleam in his eyes.
“‘s what I said! Sun Da.”
“Has nothing to do with sun! ‘s just …word that sounds similar.”
“What does it mean, then?” The smallest bunling frowned and nosed his own ear in confusion.
“Dunno! ‘s just a hooman word.” The nut was almost broken by now, the squirrel knew it, just a couple more hits.
“Ladybun said ‘s cuter form of ‘saint’.” Addler stretched into all his otterish height to look more important.
“Ahaaa.” The smallest bunling nodnodded for a while, then headtilted. “What’s a seint?”
Addler sunk down into a round ball of cake-loving critterness. He had hoped the question wouldn’t come up. “It means… it means… A Very Good Hooman. Who brings everyone cake! ‘n gifts.”
The squirrel made a triumphant sound as the nut broke, then nodded in agreement. “Makes sense. Surely San-tah is the best hooman ever, even with claws.”
“The bestest hooman! …after Ladybun.” The smallest bunling beamed at the solved riddle.
“‘n Matshan.” Addler added, then sat down with a thoughtful sound.
“When he’s not grrrring.” The squirrel commented, now busy stuffing his cheeks with the nut.
“So the bestest hooman after Ladybun and Matshan when he’s not grring.” Addler repeated, happy that the consensus had been achieved.
“Sometimes not hooman!” The smallest bunling pointed out. “Sometimes a woof! Weffs told me, they wait for him every yool.”
“‘s good,” Addler agreed. “Woof surely speaks Critter better. Hoomans sometimes a bit deaf.”
“We should do something nice for Sun Seint!”
“But what? He has so many noms and toys and shinies that he gives them away, he doesn’t need anything.” Addler frowned in thought, for surely that’s all anyone could possibly want in life.
The squirrel paused, took another bite, then nodded. “We should sing to him!”
The smallest bunling’s ears shot up. “Oooo, like the Musikal Maus Band! We could even invite them along!”
Addler nodnodded, getting back up on two paws. “Like the Sensibly-Sized Hooman-Speaking Carolers that there’s on the Other Island every year!”
This caused a chorus of eeeeeeeeees all around, the critters were huge fans of tinies caroling, although they had never understood why hoomans called them ‘tinies’.
“We could sing classics like… Treatmas Everi Dei and Frosti the Snowpingu and O Festive-nom!”
“Weffs can invite him over, he can’t be busy yet, still many days to go.”
“Bestplan! Time to karaoke practice! I call Pina Colada! …we can put the singing stick in the snow and and…”
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…and the best of holiday wishes, warmth and noms and relaxation to all of you from the Critters of Ambar and their Ladybun.
PS. If you’re also a fan of the Sensibly-Sized Hooman-Speaking Carolers, there’ll be tinies caroling in Selidor at 12:30 afternoon SLT on 29th of December! (Caroling followed by the Night Theater, another thing not to miss.)