Bearing Gifts, for snacky

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Bearing Gifts, for snacky. Written by wingedflight21.

He arrives in a sleigh and is dressed in red velvet and brass buckles, much like a picture come to life. Helen grips her husband’s arm tight; her cheeks are flushed pink with excitement and her breath escapes her in crystallized puffs. "Are you… Father Christmas, sir?" His chuckle is deep and heavy, reminding Frank of this world before the lights and song and time itself. With surprising ease, the man swings his leather sack down from the sled to rest in the snow beside him. "I have many names," he acknowledges, "And indeed, today I have come bearing gifts."

Original Prompt: What's a Christmas in Narnia like? Pevensies in the Golden Age, Caspian, Rilian, Tirian... I would be happy with anyone.