She stood before him – tall, beautiful, fashionably dressed, in the prime of her health and beauty.

Utterly stumped, Cindy implored the family butler, Alfred, who was forced to work this Christmas. What did this really mean? Wasn’t this how Cindy already lived? And yet, Cindy had been challenged to spread more “Holiday Cheer” – told that should we be rewarded if she did so, but punished if she harmed others. She came from genes she deemed superior, was voted most attractive in high school, and was constantly reassured by those around her that she enriched their lives. In Cindy’s mind, her mere existence brought cheer to others. This was ridiculous, Santa didn’t exist, and even if he did, what kind of game was this?

Cindy shook her head as she thought about it. Harm others, and you’ll have to start over,” signed by Santa. The rules are simple: Spread Holiday Cheer, and you will be rewarded. The letter made Cindy gaff, “Dear Cindy, my gift to you this Christmas is the opportunity to change the world. And if you enjoyed it – you might like the Holiday Cheer series, and my other content as well.Īs always, no political or philosophical commentary is intended, just sometimes part of a character’s identity.]

Even if you haven’t read the older stories, give this one a try. It’s written to be read stand-alone, though it runs parallel to Holiday Cheer. Similar to how many comic books are structured. My aim is to make all of these stories approachable and enjoyable without needing to reading any older tales – without leaving those characters totally behind. [Author’s Note: This is the first story in a new era of MagnusMagneto.

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