So just take a moment to allow your eyes to close and allow yourself to begin to relax and as you begin to comfortably fall asleep.
I don't know whether you'll drift asleep faster to the sound of my voice or whether it'll be to the spaces between my words and as you comfortably drift asleep I'm just going to tell this bedtime story in the background.
And the night sky stretches high above the North Pole,
Stars twinkling in sky overhead and the land below is wrapped in the most comfortable blanket of snow and each step beneath your feet through that snow crunches so delicately and yet the snow absorbs that sound creating a stillness around you and the air is cool against your cheeks and there seems to be a humming or a pulsing that's more than just a sound,
It's like a breath up here traveling through this land and this pulsing sound reaches out to twelve magical villages hidden beyond the enchanted realms of the North Pole and each village has a drum resting against the wall of the homes of the finest drummers and there's one of these drummers in each of those villages and each of these drums aren't ordinary drums they're like living embodiments of history passed down through generations used by countless previous drummers the rhythms they create are ancient carrying the sound of their people and each village has its own distinctive rhythm and each rhythm synchronizes and harmonizes with the others and as the sound reaches those villages the drummers fill a pull to take up their drums and head to the North Pole and those drummers make their journey setting off from their villages carrying their drums on their back they leave the enchanted realm following that sound traveling deeper and deeper into the wilderness through pine forests heading up through that cold air through the snow towards the North Pole and each of those twelve drummers from the twelve villages blend into harmony with each other even as they walk long before they've met and the further north they go so the thicker the snow becomes beneath their feet and they can see the aurora stretching across the sky overhead they can notice the moon hanging low in the sky and yet they continue walking deeper and deeper into the landscape around them each footstep of each drummer almost like a drumbeat of its own sharing the rhythm of their people as if the rhythm of their people is woven into the drummer themselves and while the drummers walk so they can notice the rhythms of the world around them the rhythms of heartbeats of birdsong of the wind of nature and that sound still driving them north and they journey through timeless forests they journey across frozen lakes they journey over mountains and through deep snow finding shelter in caves or building their own shelters and the moonlight seems to bathe the landscape in silver bringing a peaceful ringing of tiny bells to this landscape and eventually the drummers start to notice the lights of a village on the horizon it's the twinkling lights of the north pole village that's been beckoning them and at this village nestled deep in this snow covered landscape bathed in the light of a thousand christmas lights twinkling from the eaves of homes strung through trees and lining the paths each bulb flickering so gently as though the village itself were alive with magic the drummers walked into the village their arrival met with an almost quiet reverence each drummer arriving at the same time as each other drummer from their different locations and yet they've walked with the same rhythm and arrived at the same time instinctively falling into rhythm with each other and the drummers head to the center of the village going to the village square where the snow has been cleared and those drummers gather in that center and each drummer steps forward holding their drums and they begin to play their strikes of their drum initially soft and delicate low and resonant sending ripples through the snow and time itself the villagers standing in awe eyes fixed on the drummers as their rhythms begin to take shape begin to merge and weave with each other pulsing energy through the landscape increasing a pulsing rhythm from the center of this village outward the snowflakes above swirling spinning in various patterns carried in the rhythms almost like there's an unseen force field surrounding those drummers as the snow falls and directs itself around the drummers rather than falling on them in the middle of the square the air seeming to be charged and rich and multi-layered with rhythms each beat seeming to almost add a new dimension not just of sound but of space and time the drummers connecting with the world around them becoming a part of the world around them almost like playing the harmony of the earth and they continue their playing as the villagers look on and their playing seems to generate a warmth spreading out through the town square and a slight glow or light of its own and this warmth and this drumming seems to infuse the air around it and the warm air rises mixing with the cool air beginning to mix the rhythms out from this village from the north pole through the realms healing connecting creating harmony with all things and as those drummers play the sight of distant lightning flashing on the horizon seems to be almost in time with the rhythm a sign of how far the drumming is influencing but it's influencing nature itself and then the drummers begin to move and they walk from the square and as they walk in a pattern through the village so the villagers follow and a parade begins and the magic in the air thickens and that sound that humming begins to merge with the drumming as they harmonize deeper with nature and the villagers can feel that harmonizing the deepening the connection with the world around them and as the world bathes deeper in magic and the air seems almost charged with the healing power of harmony the drumming begins to resonate even deeper and softer and snowflakes begin to just hang in the air and in the center of the village Santa's sleigh appears and the drummers circle around Santa's sleigh continuing their drumming harmonizing different rhythms sending a low pulsing wave through the ground and beneath the sleigh the ground begins to glow faintly as if the ground itself is waking in response to the rhythm and a chamber within the base of the sleigh begins to fill with stardust charged by the drumming glowing quietly throbbing and humming and shimmering pulsing in time with the drums spiraling and spreading into that sleigh into that chamber filling with warmth and energy the magic seeming to unfurl space seeming to ripple the sleigh trembling very slightly beginning to look almost fuzzy and then the sleigh begins to lift just gently off the ground as if carried into the air by the rhythms seeming to be weightless just floating in time with the beats as more stardust pulses and flows into the sleigh and the sleigh rises higher in the sky hovering before them and as the drummers quieten their drumming while continuing that drumming so the sleigh fully charges and as the drummers end their beat the sleigh begins to move and with Santa on the sleigh it begins to ascend into the sky before launching off and vanishing in a trail of stardust that trail of twinkling stardust glowing softly as it fades and the village quietens down the magic gently descends from the air the villagers head back to their homes the drummers talk in harmony with each other before setting off on their journey's home having filled the land with harmony charged Santa's sleigh to allow Santa to do his journey of now riding on the magic to spread that magic to all the homes in the land as they head back to their villages across the different realms to go back home ready to be called upon if at any point a drummer from those villages is required again to charge the magic of the land to bring harmony to the planet and to support Santa in bringing magic to those throughout the land and one's home they settle down in their beds and enjoy a deep sense of peace as they drift and float comfortably asleep into Slumberland
