Once upon a snowy Christmas Eve in the heart of a mystical forest, a gathering unlike any other was taking place.

This wasn't your average holiday party, it was a secret summit where the legends of Christmas

met the enigmatic creatures of law. The meeting was called by none other than Santa Claus himself,

who had a pressing issue to discuss, Christmas was in jeopardy.

The North Pole was a buzz with worry. A peculiar shadow had been circling Santa's workshop for weeks,

spooking the reindeer and scattering the elves. One by one, elves had begun to disappear,

and even a few reindeer had gone missing. The workshop was in chaos, and the preparations for Christmas were falling apart. Even Mrs. Claus had seen the shadow, a tall, shaggy figure

moving stealthily in the Arctic snow. Santa suspected it might be one of the cryptids, but he knew

he needed answers before jumping to conclusions.

Knowing he couldn't face this threat alone, Santa decided to call upon both his trusted Christmas allies and the crypt began to fall, but something dark and eerie cast a shadow overall.

The reindeer shook with worry, the elves had gone ast astray Santa knew the time had come to face what blocked the way

A chill was in the air the lights began to fade whispers in the forest spoke of plans that must be made

Santa called upon the ones who'd seen the strange and bold.

Together round the fires glow and hear what must be told.

The Christmas magic's fading, the bells no longer ring.

A mystery is growing and it's threatening everything The legends must assemble their wisdom and their might

To save the heart of Christmas on this dark and starless night

From the depths of hidden valleys to the peaks of icy hills

Came the ones with ancient stories and the strength to face the chills

Santa stood before them, his voice was calm but grave

He said, the season's on the brink

And only you can say

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