A Different Kind of ChristmasA Different Kind of Christmas10 years ago in Prose More Like This
It was the beginning of yet another December, and Knuckles the Echidna reclined beside the Master Emerald. It was snowing in the mountains on Angel Island, while falling as rain in the forest below. He stood up, looking towards the mainland; Station Square was bustling with activity. He never saw much of his friends this time of year, and he wondered why this time of year was so important to them. He glanced at the Master Emerald and said to himself, "You're a cruel beauty, keeping me tethered to this island all year." Breathing a deep sigh he continued, "However, the activity of the mainlanders, and the reason for this commotion, eludes me still."
Knuckles was annoyed with his duty of guarding the Master Emerald, for he couldn't leave it, and it was a burden at times. He could never see his friends as much as he wanted; he knew that they revered this time of year, and had no idea why. A forlorn feeling enveloped his heart, making this time of year burdensome to him.