| 1 |
I see a world where our beloved traditions have vanished. The festive markets stand empty, and the sound of carols is no more. How could I let this happen? |
| 2 |
The children, they no longer hang stockings or wait for St. Nicholas. Their eyes are glued to screens, oblivious to the magic of the season. Have I become irrelevant? |
| 3 |
The elves are restless, questioning their purpose. Without traditions, their work seems meaningless. Is this truly the end of what we hold dear? |
| 4 |
Wait, something is weird. This... this is not reality? It looks like my fears are clouding my mind. I see now, the key is to adapt. |
| 5 |
Traditions can evolve, but their essence remains. We must find new ways to celebrate, to pass on the spirit of Christmas in ways that resonate with the new generation. |
| 6 |
I will not let my fears control me. I will lead with hope and creativity, ensuring our traditions are cherished for generations to come. |
| 7 |
By embracing change, I can preserve the heart of our customs. This is the way forward. |
| 8 |
I, Nicholas Claus, guardian of tradition, give you back the fear from which you were born. You shall no longer hold power over the past and future of our cherished customs. |
| Final |
This is my fear—a world where traditions fade into obscurity. Yet I have found the courage to adapt. As a reminder, I receive this black gift. |
NICHOLAS CLAUS II
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