The sun rose on a mystically lit dusk above the Arctic Circle. I turned around, and saw my tracks extend into the distance only to eventually vanish into a singularity. “Why am I here? Why does my story begin here?” I kept thinking to myself as I plunged further into the cold. The stars were coming out now, but the sun had not set.

The light crept into the bar where a few early regulars were happily sucking down their slow gin fizzes. The piano man, also known as the man who played the piano, sat down to play the piano. He sat there smoking his cigarette and proceeded to pound the keys, forcing out noise like a cowboy is sometimes forced to surf.

“ Ah hate playing this piana! Evry day Ah gotsta make this racket cuz it’s a missing the super awesome magical key!”

He then turned to me.

“It’s a somwheres up in the North Pole. You gotsta find it for me.”

“By the will of your humble behest, I will probably maybe sorta find it for you.” I screamed.

Now I know why I’m here, and where I have to go, and the story has the ability to continue. Well, almost. Now it can continue.

I kept heading North from the Arctic Circle, up past the Bering Straight until I hit Arctic Sea. I slung my pack over my shoulder, and jumped onto the polar ice cap.

I climbed over a high mountain pass and gazed upon the valley below. I spotted some dainty cottages and headed towards the largest one. I knocked on the door. The house shook as heavy bootsteps grew towards me.

“Ho Ho Ho , and who might you be?”

It was obviously Santa Clause, and I knew he was the man to ask about the super awesome magical key.

“Ha! That clearly doesn’t exist.” Mr. Clause said. “Don’t stop believing” he exclaimed “now that you’ve seen me and all.”

Perplexed, I just muttered to myself “Why am I here? Why does my story end here?”