"That was nice of him," Jack replied. "He's a really good guy. It really meant a lot to me to see he and Zatanna doing something like that for the people here."

His hands wove through the air a little, calling up ice and mist to begin shaping the illustrations for the story. The first was a small crystalline mouse that began sniffing at his hands, then scurried up one arm, behind his neck and down the other.

"'Twas the night before Christmas," he began. "And all through the house, not a creature was stirring... not even a mouse."