As his guests stood waiting on him, Santa smiled and replied, "We turn Jack into a child." Santa's smile never left his face as he gave his solution.
Mother Nature's eyes widened as the vines in her hair went vibrant green to brittle brown. Father Time had a few white hairs turn chestnut brown. "That's....." Father Time muttered.
"I think I need to sit down," Mother Nature mumbled.
Two chairs appeared out of the air for the mythical beings to sit upon as they watched Santa grin. With a jovial chuckle Santa explained, "Between the three of us we have the willpower to bind Jack's memories and turn him into a mortal child temporarily. He needs to remember how to play. With a little luck not only will we get Jack back, but Noelle as well."
Mother Nature stared into space for a moment before whispering, "My only question is how would he return to us?"
"Bind his memories to something precious. When he remembers what it is like to be a child and play the spell would lift automatically," Santa firmly stated.
"Who would watch over him," Father Time asked sagely.
Santa gave a half smile as he calmly answered, "Old friend, I was hoping you would take over the role as his grandfather."
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