A Steampunk Christmas
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Rhianon Jameson
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A Steampunk Christmas
by Rhianon Jameson
December 2008
1: Frosty, the Steam Man
The day broke clear and cold.
A fresh blanket of snow lay on the ground,
covering the soot-covered walkways and streets, and making everything look new...
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A Steampunk Christmas
by Rhianon Jameson
December 2008
1: Frosty, the Steam Man
The day broke clear and cold.
A fresh blanket of snow lay on the ground,
covering the soot-covered walkways and streets, and making everything look new again.
By the time Kathy found her way to my house to help me prepare for a Christmas Eve
dinner, the sun was well up in the sky.
She greeted me as I opened the door, “Hello, sister.
Did you know there was a
metal man in your front yard?”
I looked beyond Kathy and, indeed, a brass man stood in my yard.
The new
snowfall had accumulated around his feet, and some remained on his shoulders and head.
A small puff of steam would occasionally emanate from his head, which helped to melt
any local accumulation.
“Well, that’s something one doesn’t see every day,” I observed.
“What do you plan to do about it?”
“It’s not clear there is anything to do about it.
I suppose some scientist misplaced
his creation, and will eventually be by to collect it.
In the meanwhile,…” I opened a
closet door and found an old top had left behind by my absent-minded Uncle Roland.
Throwing a cloak around my shoulders and pulling on a pair of wellies, I walked outside.
“Rhianon, what are you planning to do?”
“Until someone collects him, he can be our snowman.
He just needs this top hat to
make the look complete.
”
I placed the hat on his head.
Before my hand had completely left the hat, the
smoke started coming out of the machine at a more rapid rate, and I heard gears start up.
“Uh-oh,” Kathy said.
The eyes of the mechanical man opened.
“Hello, madam.
My sensors indicate that
you are not my mistress.
I am not programmed to obey your instructions.
My previous
programming overrides any new instructions.
Destination: North Pole.
” With that, he
started walking at a measured pace.
A few moments took him out of my yard, and a short
time later he had vanished from my sight.
“I hope Roland wasn’t terribly attached to that hat.
”
2: The Evil Tiny Kitty Who Stole Christmas
We went back inside, and set about preparing the house for dinner.
With two sets
of hands, the work went quickly, and we finished earlier than we had anticipated.
“We
have plenty of time before Roland arrives,” I said.
“Shall we go sing some carols in
Glengarry? Miss Poppy and Mr.
Margulis have decorated for the holiday and invited
everyone.
We can just make it.
”
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