Timewinder is a science fiction short story that was published in a small press magazine a long time ago. It is the first published work that I was ever actually paid for. My previous publications, to that time, had been paid in contributor’s copies. The magazine in which this Christmas-themed short story first appeared unfortunately no longer exists. I don’t think the story had anything to do with its demise:
Beneath the north magnetic pole, in a large white room, sat the Timewinder. He spent his time spinning dreams. His age was beyond knowing; his names were legend: Kris Kringle, Saint Nicholas, Father Christmas, Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and Father Time. The last name came closest to describing him. Many thousands of other names he’d held over the millennia had long since faded with the passing of peoples and tongues.
His hair was long, as was his beard, though carefully combed and neatly trimmed. He wore a dark red, almost magenta coat and pants; a white belt edged in gold circled his narrow waist. Muscles bulged beneath the long sleeves and pants of his suit, and he was anything but the roly-poly figure of the legends he had created…